It was the filtht time in my life that I love thomebody, ol feel loved by thomeone. Lose, was hel name. I lemembel my mothel, aftel daddy died, telling me always “Simon, you will never grow up! You are worse than an idiot. Will you keep that creature alone?” But shouldn’t I have the cledit to love? Not even my best fliend? Am I not a human being? She hateth me, I know she hateth me and feels ashamed of me in flont of people. I know why. .. تابع / more »

Into my dim and innocent chamber, she entered, without knocking. Even she didn’t speak one single word with me. She didn’t recognize my presence, but just came in! I didn’t care. I considered her not a whore, although every filthy detail suggested that. Who cares? She stayed there for a while and thoughts began to boil in my mind. Who is she? Where did she come from? Why did she come to me? O forget that! .. تابع / more »

I haven’t been sleeping for 5 days. I came back home. I was dreadfully hungry. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I didnt find the piece of cheese I left on the table 5 days ago. But she was there beside the plate, standing carelessly, and staring at me. I looked in her eyes. She trembled. I could see that in her gestures. Who ate it? Nobody answered. I repeated the question. It was stunning. She licked her lips. Round the table she went, pretending not to hear me. .. تابع / more »