23 May 2013


«But, the more she chased it, the more it got away from her, the harder she tried to make it work, the faster it broke apart and disappeared into thin air. Every time she thought she was close to her destination, a succession of unpredictable and improbable events, seemed to converge together, making her lose her way, and all her efforts to grasp its essence would end ingloriously, without leaving a visible trace, condemned to slowly fade away like an old photograph neglected by time. » 
                                                    By Raquel R. in Short Story number 7

« Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.»  

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