Read me

If you looked closely with your eyes scrunched up, a drift of salt had collected in the folds of caramelised skin; it was as though a fine snow had powdered her whole body. It was like dry earth covered with sparse blades of grass, left over since autumn, upon which hoarfrost had formed. This bare expanse was his field of battle, where he would convoke all his enemies. His insecurity made him anticipate potential enemies...

Pascal deseneaza corabii
Soldatii. Poveste din Ferentari
Un singur cer deasupra lor
Deplasarea spre rosu
Sint o baba comunista!
Negru si rosu
Noapte buna, copii!
Viata si faptele lui Ilie Cazane
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