Author Archives: freelander

. He comes back in and, on closing the door, shows me a glossy purple neckerchief that he produces from his pocket, and a small parcel wrapped in the paper of the same shop whose numbered perfume he likes me to … Continue reading →

. When I was between my twenties and my thirties I had a great love. Back then, I promised to myself that some day I’d write her story; a story that would astonish – if not shock – any reader who wouldn’t … Continue reading →

. Mockba was the most celebrated nightclub in town; though certainly not the best one: its long admission queue finally led to a costly local densely permeated by cigarette smoke, sticky puddled with beer and partially carpeted in broken glasses, featuring … Continue reading →

. ‘I think… the moment has arrived for parting, my love’ said he. It was hard and painful for him to utter these words; but he firmly believed that, while still knowing and discovering each other, while learning and teaching … Continue reading →

Our inner changes are never smoothly gradual. Though often subconscious, they always take place suddenly, like if in sharp leaps between levels, originating from precise -though not always identifiable- happenings in our life. And that is how we fall in … Continue reading →

If we keep our sexual life passably diversified and assorted, there comes a moment when we meet a very special partner; a partner whose combination of mind and body is such that unbeatably matches our tastes; a partner whose visage or figure, … Continue reading →