The last wavesHave fled the shoreInto a thousand dropletsDissolved, crumbledAgainst neighboring coasts They aren’t goneThey aren’t driedDensed in namelessSaltsBitter or tasteless They existThey gulpThey slitherBeneath newborn raysIn shifting lights They reflectAnother shard of sunScorchinglyThe very same sun…Perhaps it’s not too late Jona Cenameri| VOICES
Do you like karaoke, singing in the shower, or anywhere you can? Do you play any instruments or write lyrics? What if the songs you listen to could define your personality? Everyone likes music: th…| VOICES
It’s well known that travelling from one country to another isn’t always easy; depending on the agreement between the two countries or current qualifications, some countries may require…| VOICES
…be a driver. Or better yet, a passenger princess like my friend who I drove around highways, narrow alleys, uphill serpentines and lawless town streets for five days. Because hidden gems of Macedo…| VOICES
