Date: November 2, 2013

The paradox, quite painful for me, is that I was already a royalist at a very young age. I could almost say, since childhood. My first...

[…] The centuries-old must of the wine, which is watered in the cellars. The power of his arm and his bronze shadow. The stained-glass window that recounts….

Fever draws the song of an androgynous bird, paving the way for insatiable pleasure that branches out and traverses the body of the earth. Oh! the infruct...