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A few words about myself: I'm a lover of the fine arts,literature and music. I enjoy painting and writing, it's my extended life. I devote most of my time to writing short stories and novels. For my living I work as a translator.
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BA in Literature and Linguistics
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A description of a dream in Italian and English.
A well known secret and hardly anything is done.
A sample of a synopsis prepared for a thriller.
there are many who are able to express themselves right away with ease and fluency, and at rather a very young age,
'God, do I love that stretch of road!' Smiled to him Everon mischievously.
(if there's a God, be it male, female or both)
A sample of a synopsis to a thriller.
A sample of a synopsis of a novel.
This woman can rouse passion in a statue... He thought furious almost. Just listening to her sweet voice makes me dizzy.
Learning the case of a violent murder, that happened just recently, and was about to be buried with some more unsolved cases in the archives - the Harpaz case.
An opinion
Adieu ma belle
A broad smile lit up on both their faces, while the guest was closing the short distance up to his host.
At last one lives to see you at the embassy. So help me, I'll have something to tell to my grandchildren when I retire.
"I haven't unpacked him yet, I dare say! He is all yours!" Remarked nonchalantly Everon, sweeping almost everyone in a loud burst of surprised laughter.
Soar for God's sake!
"What title have you got in heart breaking, a BA or MA?" That sarcastic remark she added in such apathy that quite astonished him, while she kept scrutinizing his face with a stern look of her green eyes.
Yes doctor, that's my problem.'
but you'll have to adjust yourself Nick, or else end up with an extra hole in your head...! Nobody did ever disobey Center without having to bear the consequences!'
He must have surely reached us by mistake she thought. 'May I come in?' He said in Russian at last.
Red wine~ reminds me of red roses,
I roam the jail's passages just like the tiger roams the jungle's underbrush. No one dares to affront me! Well, he brought me good luck the American, and just for that I might even like him a little bit.
'You can't imagine how glad I'm to see you again.' He said while he was walking beside me towards the entrance, trailing one of his legs along with obvious difficulty. 'I'd like to have a few words with you
The sounds she uttered tormented him, tore his heart apart. He could not tear himself away from it, though all he had to do was to snap the earphone off his head.
He walked back through the side streets with vigor and a cheerful heart; he almost started singing aloud “those who sow with tears would reap singing”.
An imaginative dreamlike fable
'Quite right, though he should be much more reserved, after the stormy night he must have passed in the arms of a local belle.' Echoed after him Abas, keeping up the warm atmosphere.
Safe haven for busy bodies who would tell anyone, who would cup his ear, what big patriots they are - who would defend the rights of their poverty stricken people over a dish of shrimps, at the Savoy's or some other five star hotel...
I've heard many a time people say: 'I've no talent at all, I can't draw even a straight line or write a meaningful sentence. It's wrong, everyone has some talents.
A description of a solution to a very common problem. An example that might act as food for thought...
He did not expect his mute partner up to this stage, the so called: "the just wed bride of his" to become his hidden operator and chief.
I'd like to bring your knowledge dear friends some new.
Although lightly shocked by her patronizing airs, he surged out for her with both his arms, clutching her lithe body to his own, pushing his face against her soft and warm belly.
What did you expect then?' He asked intrigued. 'I thought of China, I know many party members who had been trained there; not in their Capital or its surroundings, but in the southern provinces of our neighbor country, not too far from our mutual border.'
There were such things before, quarrels, outbursts of anger about trivialities, but this it seemed much more serious; even more than that last Saturday morning when she was larking about with her father in his bed, and made that curious discovery
No matter what war, who were the sides, what weapons were used - Death never loses!
Have you really been contaminated with their squeamish mentality?' Lashed at him venomously the bearded man. 'The mentality of wailing women fit for weaklings alone!
"The invention of the CIA and the Zionists...! Blown up of all proportions to belittle our heroic deeds! Any fool can turn out miracles, by facing unarmed civilians with automatic weapons!'
Well they're a nation of sheep bound for slaughter, that's what they really are. But first of all we'll empty their pockets and when the right time arrives, in no more than two more decades "inshalla" (with God's will) - we'll uproot that alien plant,
'He's back I see him in the external mirror.'
It's nice to remember the first date, but well, it's just a recollection.
'You may see me at the club tonight,' She answered with a charming and surprised laugh. Pulling her hand from his hold, she added a short 'Au revoir' with much grace, and got off shutting the car door behind her.
He was quite used to her capricious character, to the swift transitions of her moods; to the virtual screen, which she kept setting time and again between the two of them.
life is beautiful anywhere any place
But we'll break off now or in a day or two if you'll wish it, you may fly to your brother. If they'll hunt me down, they won't be looking for you. They'll let you be, you are not a risk for them, not yet.'
I wasn't scared, I didn't mind her sharp claws stuck in my flesh. She smiled exposing her fangs, she licked my face, I could feel her fangs touching my shoulder - love bites.
That's nothing, a reproduction of some Frenchman, a seventeen century...' 'A sixteen's century and it's a work of an Italian, Paolo Uccello his name.' Kaneety heard a female clear and decisive voice behind him.
This excerpt represents the thriller 'The Remote Control Job'. It's background is the Vietnam war, its plot describes a unique love affair between two ex enemies.
This excerpt represents the thriller 'The Remote Control Job'. Its background is the Vietnam war, while its plot is a love affair between two ex enemies.
There is a synonym expression in Hebrew of course, a bit different though: "talk to the trees and the stones"; or the biblical one: "There is no voice and there is no reply... (AIN KOL VE AIN ONEH)".
'I'm bored to death here, I want to feel again the embrace of human society, I want to satisfy my senses once again...'
Everon too must have had some trouble in hiding his feelings although that mask of indifference, which he managed to put on his face. Although his recent declarations, he's tied to them if he would have been left alone, he would have mourned their departure.
It was her first ever time to go out with a 'ben', that's how those hairy creatures were called during her youthful years; and in spite of that romantic recollection, she did not let him have her for another passionate round this morning, but sent him away quite rudely.
Even if she would have told him to jump, she would have caught him in the last moment, though he was just a pretender.' 'That's what you all are, a bunch of pretenders!' Nehama remarked with bitterness.
'But when it comes to modern training, to expertise in sophisticated and specific methods - they prefer our "Mossad" of course, and I'm the man who is in charge to keep in touch with them!' He summed the matter up nonchalantly,
When the king saw Esther's face he felt as if the palace ceiling crushed upon his head,
Yes Everon, he was brought up as a Christian during the Second World War. His parents left him under the care of some Jesuits monastery in France, they themselves perished in some concentration camp.' She went on updating Shatz nonchalantly.
A hand touched his shoulder, he turned round to see Nathan Baker the electricity crew head, standing next to his chair, bending over him. 'I need your help, come...
What's a six foot fence for an airborne? He mused nonchalantly, as he crossed the lawn and hit the narrow road in front of the brand new Swedish wooden huts' entrances. He walked on along the narrow road wondering where her room might be.
'What can one have here?' The colonel asked. 'Bourbon, whiskey, whatever booze one could ask for...' 'At that early hour?' The colonel wondered aloud, while the two others knitted their brows, watching Sinclair with quizzical eyes.
'I know things that just the very few know, and it troubled my conscious a long time. I haven't much time left, I should have been dead long ago according to my doctors,
But now things have changed, his guest was ousted and was left without any power, while his turning to him was a hopeless gamble in fact - derived out of desperation.
He groaned or was he laughing. 'Well I was cast off on so many beaches, and so many little creatures like youself tried to help me, I caught up with your retarded language...'
Well...' muttered Everon thoughtfully, somewhat surprised, 'nobody took them too seriously at the beginning except the former ambassador. Some said she just panicked, and some did believe that the former ambassador had a crush on her.
'So, it's a bull's eye then,' Hilla remarked nonchalantly. 'Leave it, just leave it I say!' She scolded Shatz who started to wipe the table with some paper towel.
'If it just a dream no harm done. It's Friday you won't be late for work, and no boss would get on your nerves. Shall I pour you a second cup?'
As I moved towards the entrance I saw him suddenly, standing in the middle of the hall, as if he was blocking my way out - talking with one of the visitors.
'Don't start it all over again, I mean your laments.' She scolded him in a whisper. 'Be patient, if we're already here let's wait a few more moments.' She added blushing slightly.
He was not aware to it yet is seemed, but the signs of that process could not be repressed anymore - people kept away from him. When was the last that anyone visited him in his apartment? When was the last time a woman shared his bed...?
'Stay here, I must run to the kitchen. I'm preparing lunch, I've put things in the oven.' She added laughing and squeezing out of his arms she ran to the kitchen.
near the open window stood a dark figure of a man; he was engulfed in light beams and ever curling upward smoke, against the purple-orange sky of an early dusk.
Shatz fidgeted on his seat restlessly, these two were discussing him as if he were Everon's next wristwatch.
Is it a dream or a nightmare? Blimey if I know...
On top of it all, I'll have to bring it in my studio folded up, stretch it on a frame, work on it for months long; fold it back again after it will dry - it's sheer madness!
I'd a very long chat with the artist, made him explain all the exhibits and made poor Gadi terribly jealous; and that wasn't all, I've bought the two most expensive paintings in that exhibition. That was first time I've seen my Gadi on the verge of losing his temper.'
'Have you finished to play with the new toy?' She added with a broad smile, which accentuated the lovely dimples on both her cheeks.
'If is wasn't for Trotsky we'd be a monarchy to this very day, with one of Tsar Nikolai's descendants to head it - and I don't have to tell you what was Trotsky's fate.'
She must be thinking that I've told it to her on purpose, to frighten her, to remind her to where she's about to fly... The dust didn't settle down yet over Manhattan.
'Now listen to me carefully!' She said looking up into his eyes. 'The most difficult obstacle we have to overcome, are these walls; once we are out and away, things will be much easier.
'What did persuade him then?' He asked his young assistant. 'Her name did it.' Answered Verotich.
The painting on the opposite wall was Velasquez's famous painting of 'La Infanta', the king's young daughter.
'Don't interrupt me!' She reproached her husband angrily. 'We have nothing to hide and there's nothing we should be afraid of - we're leaving next week, remember!'
Aren't you an Italian, or rather a Sicilian by any chance?' Added the cab driver bursting into a gay laugh. 'One of them good old boys?'
'Do you want us to believe that they didn't tie your hands again before crossing the border. Or at night fall, at the burnt down village where you have spent your last night with them
'What bloodshed, what are you blabbering about? You're out of your mind, stark mad!' Shouted back Shatz. 'I'm not Moshe Priel, do you understand? You won't push me around with your crazy whims!'
'You haven't learned the basics of clandestine activity yet.' Remarked his contact man haughtily. 'As it isn't still the right time for it enjoy yourself man, have a good time.'
The man is full of optimism, Rotel told himself; or mayby he hasn't hatched out of his ivory tower or rather ivory egg. He thought amused.
Tearing the forgotten earphones off his head, he rose to his feet took his overcoat and sneaked outside; without returning the Radio-Transmitter to its cache.
'It was quite easy. We've shown her a few old devices, which were left here from the time Faisel and the "Inglizi" (the Englishman = Laurence of Arabia) have beaten the Turks, and ended up with the Automan Empire.'
A glimpse of the art market and a few of he dear souls involved in it.
I'm descending the staircase with quite an amount of optimism; I'm still quite optimistic. But the closer I get to that hideous little box my optimism fades away.
I was bending down, sending my hand forth to pick up a fresh butt; when out of the blue some big boot stepped upon my stretched out hand - forcing it flat on the pavement...'Ooch!' I cried out. 'God it hurts, lemme' be you big brute, get of my hand!
 
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