These dreams, cursed nightmares embrace with your eyes sight. So far they lie... Not even there I can get close. Not even there you've lost presence. Not even there I dare to dare. You said you didn’t want to stay that I should go away… You said it yourself… so let me… go,…Read more Let me be again
My heart is dust my soul's a remnant of a piece after a scattering blast, my mind is split between carelessness, wrath, madness and apathy... I don't know what's worth I don't know how's to have. To trust. By Júlio C. Carlos. Find my books at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XN5CG4J/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1487964713&sr=8-6&keywords=love+of+a+hibiscus
Now I realise. It is not the pain that makes the poet, but the incapacity to deal with it. Now I know, worse are not the fallen tears, but the ones we didn’t shed, that can’t be shed. Bitter are not the words, but the love that can’t be expressed. Our sayings aren’t…Read more The light of lies
As every indie writer knows, self publishing is a really competitive sphere, tons of books are published worldwide every single day, and places like Amazon, Smashwords, Lulu, Kobo and alike, are the places to go when you are a newbie in the business. But the struggle just starts once you go through all the mind-breaking…Read more Now that’s a review!