He was a little child selling flowers. That is what he did for living; he sold flowers in the market for passing people and lovers in cafes… All of this, just to buy one or two loafs of bread
The Rose in my Heart
My conscience chose not to wake up until I sat in the pale, empty room. I started telling the whole story without me evening desiring. The three hours of confession…
Seeing in the Dark
Then, I closed my eyes,Remembering my dream when I was,Little. I used to dream,About seeing in the dark,What an impossible dream!
The Twentieth Night
However, on the twentieth night, I made up my mind and wrote my name on Pike’s will, then I ascended to his room to finish my job