“Why do people move? What makes them uproot and leave everything they’ve known for a great unknown beyond the horizon? Why climb this Mount Everest of formalities that makes you feel like a beggar? Why enter this jungle of foreignness where everything is new, strange and difficult?”
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
“It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.”
I love poetry,
not
this
piece of
chic-lit
comedy.
When
you write
words like
that
you are
simply
constructing
columns;
not poetry.
Besides,
what the
hell
happened
to capitalization?
