I waited. Even though they tore my skies apart. I cleaned the ashes of the burned stars. And waited. The shadows of the city are closing...

It's April the 21st, and Margarita & Jeanette spent the morning chatting on-line and cooking. Jeanette made home-made ravioli and...

I'd describe her as a wave. “The Wave.” After our long conversations it was the only thing fitting. As I tell her this, she laughs...