First Love Once More
It's that time of the year again, when cherry flowers fall like pink rain in summer's end. Perhaps i'm still waiting for someone, perfected as if in the world of manga, where simple lines dominate over hard feelings, and every love is the very first.

Connecting the Clues
Wailing sirens outside the window. The rain just can't stop falling. The night is dark and the clues are few. A fingerprint. A blood stain or two. Could you solve the mystery and find she who murdered... my melodramatic heart?

Mermaid Orgasmic
Walking down the empty beach, i found her behind debris of a monument of time bygone. The salty smell permeates the air. And the waves breaking up ranks on the sand drowned her soft moaning. Should i turn and walk away? Or should i give her a helpful hand?

Flying Away
Another sultry day in the East Mediterranean. i squint against the sun and wipe the sweat off my forehead with a sweep of the arm. Sand blew across from the desert far off south. A draft is rising. And i'm ready to fly away again. Where to this time? The moon, maybe. i'm but a lonely pilot...