I think short stories tell more than books.
Imagine how many of such stories you would find in one city.
When I look at their faces I see stories. I see how alive they are and lonely at the same time.
Words are powerful. In my blog words are who am. When you read my lines, I become a part of you, that you will not forget, either as a glass of good wine or bad one...
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and please, don't add me if you just want to promote your blog.
If you want me to read your blog just send a link and say that you would love to hear my opinion. Let's don't make "business" from poetry.
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Little stories of the Big city!
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http://nightlyrics.blogspot.com
At night. City. Alone.
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03/11/12
6:40 pm Pa Ul
nice blog
09/29/11
11:47 pm Brasil Researcher
Hey, interesting blog.
Can you check out mine? It's all about Brazil
www.muitobim.blogspot.com
08/18/11
10:34 pm United World Project
Alex..Just wanted to reach out and see if you would be interested in helping me out by blogging for a project of mine. If you would like the details please e-mail me at Franco@unitedworldproject.com. I am really excited about the project and feel like you could help us out immensely! I hope you consider this, we are looking to get bloggers from every country in the world!! thanks
07/11/11
6:53 am Dianria
thaks for yor confirm, nice reading today,, i like your blog
05/18/10
7:36 pm Karen Lopez
have a nice day lewis
03/29/10
8:17 am Kim Realubit
OOOPPS,I WOULD HAVE GIVEN YOU A RATE OF TEN IF YOU HAD INCLUDED IMAGES IN YOUR BLOG.THAT WOULD HAVE COMPLETED THE ICING ON THE CAKE. BUT OVERALL,YOUR SWIRLING THOUGHTS AFFECT READERS FROM DIFFERENT SECTORS OF LIFE-WHETHER GAYS,PURITANS,REALISTS, DREAMERS,ETC.
AND I NOTICE YOU DON'T EVEN APOLOGIZE FOR YOUR VIEWS. I GUESS THAT'S CALLED ARTISTIC LICENSE.
I LOVED THE "BUTTERFLY ARTICLE".NOWADAYS WE CONFUSE BEAUTY WITH HOLLYWOOD TRASH.BUT REAL,INWARD BEAUTY IS FOUND IN THE SIMPLEST SOUL LIKE THE SWEET GIRL YOU MET. SOMETIMES SHE CAN BE TOTALLY DEVOID OF MAKE-UP YET STILL LOOK HEAVENLY. OR SOMETIMES SHE CAN JUST BE THE PLAIN JANE WITH THE PRIZED DIMPLES.
12:04 pm Lewis
thanks ))
03/08/10
8:35 pm Jolly Princess
Yes indeed, you're a good writer.
8:37 pm Lewis
thank you, that means a lot to me :)
8:22 pm Jolly Princess
Oh, my reply was incorrect. Nothing special. I just thought you're a good writer and if I add you. I could find you easily.
8:31 pm Lewis
Do you think I'm a good writer? :)
8:19 pm Jolly Princess
Yes, I already did. Even voted for you today. ;)
8:22 pm Lewis
wow, thanks :)) I haven't been writing for a while... I thought it wasn't my thing :)
8:12 pm Jolly Princess
Hello Lewis, thanks for adding me as your friend. Appreciate it much. ;)
8:17 pm Lewis
your welcome..
Why did you add me anyway?
09/10/09
1:41 am Zoners
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01/26/09
4:35 pm Lewis
He was alone. Alone like a moon. Like a path in the park at night, his thoughts were outlining unrecognizable shapes of bitterest despair and darkest sadness. With all his inner desires, forces, that left after all this struggle, he didn’t want to believe in that. He didn’t want to admit that because that would’ve have changed the name of his life to “nothingness” or decorate everything he did with a bright yellow word “worthless” in every sentence of his life. No, God, no… all the same, denying the truth didn’t help either. The truth that was so bright and obvious for everybody, except for him for so many years. He started feeling that something very obnoxious, mind-vomiting was crawling in his withering spirit, something that nobody would’ve been able to say out loud, or make fun of at that point.