Dih Rohling

When I just woke up (...) The same desire to sleep again And never wake up again

Dih Rohling

Two eyes look at you, Empty The wind your bare skin touches you, Cold The darkness blinding you, Fear The silence a whisper to you, Secret

JanaRF

Ela correu e correu, depois caiu e caiu, para onde será que ela iria? Talvez para uma poesia!

Cross Marian

Hello, come closer and make yourself comfortable as I am about to share a unique narrative. This is not a simple story, but rather profound daydreams and reflections. Pay attention to what I have to say, because after listening, you will be transformed. Come, allow me to guide you through a unique journey. This series comprises a collection of short stories and poetic texts that explore everyday life, both bitter and bittersweet, whether in the author's life or in different experiences. Prepare yourself for an immersion in poetic outbursts that capture the ephemeral and complex essence of existence.

giriboy

Imagine you are climbing a mountain with your friends...

Liz lonelyk oficial

In an empty theater she always heard the same melody! Marked by the pain of never being able to avoid the death of the one she loves the most.