by Danny Ballan | Mar 3, 2016 | Archive
Stone Walls do not a Prison make,Nor Iron bars a Cage;Minds innocent and quiet takeThat for an Hermitage.If I have freedom in my Love,And in my soul am free,Angels alone that soar above,Enjoy such Liberty.Free Our SoulsWhat does it look like when you are there inside...
by Danny Ballan | Mar 3, 2016 | Archive
Whenever you talk to them, they tell you it is too late and they start to lean on the past and stand on their own nostalgic hills overlooking the so-called glories of their past, and they seem not to listen to what you might say anymore. They just say it is too late...
by Danny Ballan | Mar 1, 2016 | Archive
Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely? All this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?Does It Really...
by Danny Ballan | Mar 1, 2016 | Archive
There must have been a thousand ways in front of me when I finally chose one. Not saying that I knew them all, or that all were available, but I took the one and I marched along. Walking a little, singing a little, feeling tired a little, even frustrated sometimes,...
by Danny Ballan | Feb 25, 2016 | Archive
I don’t remember a lot about my grandfather, except for my running towards him and trying to say a couple of words in Armenian, and I would usually stand by his chair and repeat the words my mother would have taught me, and he would smile at me and I barely understood...
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