Brume
It’s autumn on the island; still warm and sunny during the day, the sea is lovely, warm enough to go for a swim, and the evenings are fresh and humid. The mornings are so beautiful, foggy and mystic. That reminds me of a old song from Cat Stevens: Morning has broken. Morning has broken like … Continue reading
Autumn
It’s hard to see such colors, shades of colors, achromatic colors, bare nature, laden with fruit, the blood of the grape. When the night is stalking the day-light behind the trees the magenta gleam of twilight is whispering, now.
Golden
Normality is a paved road. It‘s comfortable to walk but no flowers grow on it. (Vincent van Gogh)
Autumn in Love
Seasons are changing. Trees are growing. Yellow ochre and cadmium green is singing an autumn drunken silent song. We are getting older. Because things are changing. But time is not real. Time does not exist. The older you are, time becomes more and more meaningless. Nothing happens in the past or future. The time is … Continue reading
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