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Country:	Albania
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Favorite book:	all classics
Member Since:	Oct 12, 2009

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IMMORTALITY IN LOVE

Short Story by denada
Posted: Oct 22, 2009
My soul, your soul, Melted inside the traces of the...

I AM WHOLE

Short Story by denada
Posted: Oct 14, 2009
I am alone, yet more whole then ever.

SEPTEMBER THE 11TH

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Posted: Oct 13, 2009
I could see a deadly sky all over the city that had no...

Lifeless body

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Posted: Oct 12, 2009
For an instant I remained breathless, while in...

Under the Shadow of Sins.

Short Story by denada
Posted: Oct 12, 2009
AS I walked alone through the shadow of my sins, from far...
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" The Essence of My Life"

Book by denada
Posted: Feb 26, 2013
A long journey, yet its only the begging, the empire, the...

IMMORTALITY IN LOVE

Short Story by denada
Posted: Oct 22, 2009
My soul, your soul, Melted inside the traces of the...

I AM WHOLE

Short Story by denada
Posted: Oct 14, 2009
I am alone, yet more whole then ever.

SEPTEMBER THE 11TH

Short Story by denada
Posted: Oct 13, 2009
I could see a deadly sky all over the city that had no...

Lifeless body

Short Story by denada
Posted: Oct 12, 2009
For an instant I remained breathless, while in...

Under the Shadow of Sins.

Short Story by denada
Posted: Oct 12, 2009
AS I walked alone through the shadow of my sins, from far...

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Oct 23, 2009
IMMORTALITY IN LOVE Short Story By: denada Fantasy My soul, your soul, Melted inside the traces of the desert of our love. The combustion of love, the passions we have crossed over the fragments of all oceans. I can still see you within the blindness of my eyes. You would be the light that awakes me in my dark nights. You are the darkness of my compassion. The infinitive dream that brings the echo of my soul. The song of my heart that never ends, never roars. A drop of tear that fall into the radicals of my happiness. The delusion of my soul. Madeline you have taken the land of my heart. You and I lost into the exhalation of our spirits.

Oct 23, 2009
September the 11th, short story by DENADA I could see a deadly sky all over the city that had no repentance over us. And a part of my breath left my chest when a hellish dew fell upon me making me realize I was part of that crowd of people that wept for their loss. I realized I had lost him as I sow him laying there covered with blood, sleeping peacefully like he could see another paradise in the middle of that infernal we all where .

I think writing is a part of my soul, something immortal which lives deep down every cell of my body.

When I don’t write I feel death next to that unmerciful line of life…. I remember an easy of mine when my teacher in collage in “Portland Community Collage” left a note to me not to copy , but actually I did write it myself, and then she added if you can write this way you can be a great writer one day… I spent a lot of my time and study in USA, a country in which I finished my high school and than I came back in Europe with a great desire to study again… I Studied Architecture, I know its quit different from writing.. but actually it is all the same.. if architecture is playing with lines, forms and textures writing is playing with words, emotions and much more then that ..

When I write I forget the world exist I even forget my self, I feel drunk into the rhythm of my novel, I am the main character and I feel their sorrow and happiness, these characters are going to be my creatures not only during the time I write but also for the rest of my life…

Write with emotions, feel what you write