When I see the Quinces At the market The beautiful Apple-sized Golden fruits My eyes light up I remember my mom's Quince Jam I buy

I am invited to a beheading at dawn. -“Whose beheading?” My own, and no, my fears are all gone. -“What for?” Haven't you heard, it's

Today France is voting in the first round of presidential election to select the two candidtaes for the presidency among whom the president will be