Read me

Viviana was dancing in the middle of the floor, for the benefit of all, but her eyes were on me. At the centre of my brain there was a little she-gnome, conceived purely by my own enchanted imagination, around which was slowly forming an envelope of love, of falling-in-love-ness, and this she-gnome was dancing to the rhythm of Viviana’s swaying. I was like a little boy watching the movements of his mother, suffocated by veneration...


Toate bufnitele
Simion liftnicul. Roman cu ingeri si moldoveni
America de peste pogrom
Dulcea poveste a tristului elefant
Patru barbati plus Aurelius
Hai să furăm pepeni
Domnul K. eliberat
parteneri parteneri parteneri parteneri

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