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
Hurly-burly
Same, same but different. This muddle huddle. And mix up. Of branches. Majorcan fig tree branches. Topless. Uncoated. In confusion. Like action painting. Looks like that. For a second. But then it becomes more quiet and you can rest. In peace. Keep cool.
Bloom
Where flowers bloom so does hope. Winter colors warm the eyes, all these colds can be healed, with an ever growing love.
Winterly
Weather report: These days are erratic, crazy. Trumpy. Here on the island, too. On Mallorca. Some days ago it was warm like in a swedish summer and we could make a boot trip from Palma to Port d’Andratx, then all of a sudden it became chilly and it was snowing for hours – that’s a … Continue reading
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