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

Dressed up

Clean out your closets, open the windows, climb up your personal mountain, put on your dance shoes, a new dress, cut your hair, time for plants and plans, a new look, another perspective, prosperity. Just do something.  

Mellow

The music we are. The sound we create. Action we take. Being brave and gentle. Sensitiv and soft. Like a branch in the wind. Floating.

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.

Sevilla

Sevilla. You are such a beauty. You surprise around every corner with gorgeous architecture and you smell of oranges. I brought some home from the trees there in southern Spain and cook the whole fruits in boiling water, put them in the blender with some maple syrup and got such a nice treat for breakfast … Continue reading

YummY

I just don’t want to look back and think: “I could’ve eaten that.”

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