An escape to the lake to enjoy the first autumn days, those of the yellowing leaves and the wind kissing beneath the leather jackets. It chills the body can not understand. Prosecco on the terrace, the terrace that dives on those waves that soothe and lull just like those of the sea. The hands that weave and arms that are being sought. Eyes that are lost on the horizon and dreams that do not yet exist.
The lakeside walks and the randomness of the evenings. Life that passes and trembling heart.
Blue skies and sunsets access. The time of meditation and withdrawal into oneself. Afternoons at the spa and hot baths.
The desire to go and find out, take pictures with the eyes and with that same heart.
Those of happy thoughts, happiness and the memory of it.
I want an autumn like this: red like love, yellow as the still hot sun in the sky, orange as the sunsets at the end of the day, purple as grape grains to munch.
I want an autumn to discover, experience, taste.


