“Now you’re sweet… then you’re cold, sometimes you scream, then you smile… it’s confusing.”
“I’m a mess, I know.”
Author: Elen Chase
Hi, my name is Elen!
I am an ESL (English Second Language) author from Florence, Italy.
I love MM Romance and I’ve recently published my first book “Back in the rain”.
On my website you will find more MM fiction for free, writing challenges and other news from my blog.
Saturday Night Drawing #4
How can you say you’re my weakness, when every time I look at you, I feel invincible?
Saturday Night Drawing #3
I always feel like a better person when I see myself through your eyes.
Saturday Night Drawing #2
Bill. Jim’s right-hand man and Dan’s ex-boyfriend. Toward Harry, he had always been an insufferable jerk, always teasing him and making fun of him. Harry never liked him.
Saturday Night Drawing #1
It was a lazy morning. Harry was woken by the light of the sun coming through the window. It must have been almost noon. His lips were dry, and he had a strand of his long hair in his mouth. He couldn’t say that he was feeling ill, not physically at least, but he wasn’t feeling good either. To be more precise, he wasn’t feeling anything at all.
I went down a million stairs, arm in arm with you
I went down a million stairs, at least, arm in arm with you.
And now that you are gone, I feel emptiness with each step I take.
Our long journey was so brief, really.
Mine still goes on, but I don’t need
any more connections, reservations,traps, nor the scorn of those who think
reality is just what we see.I went down a million stairs, at least, arm in arm with you,
and not because four eyes see better than two.
I did it because I knew that, among the two of us,
the only true eyes, although really blurred,
were yours.
Eugenio Montale, “Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale”
Translation by Elen Chase
So… Happy Valentine’s Day! I hoped I could write a Valentine’s short story, but I ran out of time, so in the end I decided to translate this beautiful poem by Eugenio Montale.
What I like the most about this poem is the way it describes the most pure, honest love without even mentioning it.
That’s the love I wish us all to experience 🙂
What’s in a name
Today Google is wishing me a Happy Birthday. It made me smile because I had completely forgotten that today was Elen’s Birthday.
Elen is me, and at the same time she’s another person: Elen is that part of me that turns on the computer after working for 8 hours every day to write stories that maybe nobody will ever read, but she’s happy like this anyway. Continue reading “What’s in a name”
