From Shore to Shore
The first thing is the smell. A sour incense fragrance fills my lungs. The second is the sight. Up above my head is a high-vaulted ceiling of a church partially … Continue reading
24 February 2012 · 1 Comment
The first thing is the smell. A sour incense fragrance fills my lungs. The second is the sight. Up above my head is a high-vaulted ceiling of a church partially … Continue reading
Halfway To A Three Way
Being Italian and Congolese is like having a relationship with two people. And since I love them both, there is always a sense of betraying one while making love to … Continue reading →