25 September 2026ISSN 3150-0757

Literature

THE SOULS OF THE STREETS

I am cold in every season. I have no home, no roof beneath which I can take shelter when it rains. I cannot speak; I cannot ask for help. What is more, every second I spend on the streets, I…

FLOY¿

Fly, fly and fly Sun, earth and moon tonight… I know some shadows there, Then they believes, Me, you and us, Us and Them¡ Thanks a lot, Pink Floyd¡ Floy¿