BIYERNES. Agosto trese, ginabi ng pangangahoy sa bundok si Ismael. Sa pag—uwi ay nakasalubong siya ng isang dambuhalang itim na pusa. Kumikislap sa liwanag ng buwan ang litaw na litaw na mga pangil at nagbabagang mga mata nito. Waring...
The chocolate looks of Mehul were very decisive, for he had just knocked the door of his teenage and had only celebrated his thirteenth birthday. As is the case with every age, the teenage for him painted the air pink and red. Not that, Mehul was...