Words don’t play by the rules; They make their own. Flowing on mother tongues, Chattering in foreign voices; Lips forming history, Spelling out the future.
The whore wants freedom, freedom from prostitution, the freedom to travel the world and see fresh sights and sounds. The freedom to give her body to whom she likes, to a man who would honour and cherish it, and not just try and get his money’s worth. She wants solitude and the vast open expanse … Continue reading
And then there were two. A cliché, I know, but I’ll come back to that. Because even at this late stage of the tournament, I still feel like I’m waiting for it to really kick into life. Traditionally, the group stages are all but disregarded as a money spinning couple of months; the warm up … Continue reading
