Crashed trucks shoot the verge as party dukes simper and wine the day to rub their eyes until green minds slide by open doors still revealing forgotten Babylon with sumptuous […]
Language and good literature are like fine wine upon the lips. I cannot imagine a life without the written word. It`s the music which keeps the orchestra in my head playing on an endless loop of pleasure. Give me a book to read, and I`m as happy as a French man who has invented a pair of self removing trousers.