When verses, stories and images of the heart and soul combine, you get The Amoeba Game.
When I first saw Tara Skurtu, I was in a dark lit room, it was way too early for me and Creative Mornings on the Language of Poetry was about to start. I didn't know then that I would later find out what a tipperau is or that I would get drawn into the weirdly wimsical world of poems and raw feelings. Reading The Amoeba Game was the same. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew that it would be a journey filled with everything: meanings between the lines and tumbling words, joy and sadness, disillusions and hope, love and lust, and naked truths. And it was all that, and a bit more. [Citeste tot Articolul]