Mother

“At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.” Vladimir Nabokov At a certain point in her life she felt a strange need, one that she had not felt before but related to an idea instilled in her mind since her youth. She felt the need to become a mother,…

LUMINESCENCE MOMENT

It was 10 o’clock in the morning and he was still lying down on a cold bed in the dark shadow that the curtains provided. It was actually a one of those sunny days and fall was just starting. His gaze seemed lost, as if he didn’t know exactly where he was or what he…