Blu

Blue like the things I love. Clear sky during full moon nights, calm sea in hot hours of summer and large flower hydrangea that reborns every spring.

Blue is the color of my life. The ideals, hopes and crazy ideas. Blue is the color that calms me, cradling my soul like a sweet melody. Sometimes, blue is also the color of my melancholy.

Minutes, hours, seconds are marked by all shades of blue, from the lightest to the darkest.

I have heavenly thoughts and cobalt blue words, the sea in the eye and the sky in the heart. I have blue intense torments as the worst of storms and turquoise dreams like exotic waters where to stay for hours on the shoreline to breathe life. An expanse of water that never ends, where each drop has a story to tell, where the scent intoxicates me and makes my heart vibrate. A thousand emotions that, one after the other, give the rhythm to that loving heart free to draw in the sky its history.

Life carries within it the color that you give. A picture to be painted with a thousand shades and every color is an emotion. The emotion that helps to dream, the one that makes the heart beat, the emotion that gives chills, and one that makes the magical world. With the fingers or a brush, get your hands dirty of life is to live.

City girl

The usual routine. The city. The sipped and not tasted coffee.
The projects, the ideas and the duties.
A coat, a faux fur vest and animalier pumps.
A girl and her impatience. I do not like to wait, I seem to waste time. And I hate wasting time.
Yes, I know..."you can not have everything at once". Some things need their time, a bit like the sauce that must cook 1h and half/ 2 hours, low heat. But the wait worth it! If you do not know, your Princess, modestly, cooks EVEN well ;)
The best recipes, as well as the good things, need time; they are not simple bagged salads, already washed, simply to open, pour in the trigger, add two tomatoes and a bit of tuna, salt, oil, vinegar et voilà!
Beautiful things, happiness, satisfaction, love, are all complex recipes. Those with 5 stars of difficulty. They require time and commitment. The ingredients must meet and bond well, the one with the other, there must be harmony. Subsequently should be cooked to the perfect temperature, stirring from time to time, without haste. And only after cooking you can enjoy that time and his delight.

Who is behind me?

Afternoons that smell of roasted chestnuts and smell of hot chocolate.

Afternoons cold, warmed by the warmth of a fur coat and a smile.

Afternoons of random encounters with people dressed in red and a long white beard.

A grandfather who came from afar, accompanied by a little helper, told me he is coming but do not tell anyone...so shhhh....it is our secret!

In the meantime, we have immortalized the moment...I could not take me a selfie with a so famous person!

Did you recognize him? It 'just behind me....

You can hear him...

Ho! Ho! Ho!