Leaves

My favourite time of the year.

Leaves

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Italian night

With the cold weather approaching, I can feel the warm and laughter of a night in Bologna with friends that no longer live near me and that I miss terribly.

Italian night

Walking …

These days I have sooooo much (work) stuff to do that I feel I don’t have a moment to just stop, I’m continuously walking (I even dream I walk), going in a rush from one place to the next. 

I’ve always been very active but these days oh I wish I could just disconnect for a moment. 

Walking -down the street

The lonely bike

Every day I take my bike with me, I ride throughout the city, its big roads, the small ones, alleys so narrow I can touch both walls just extending my arms. In the basket of my bike I’d carry tangerines, apples, books from the library, art supplies I had to buy, random stuff I find sometimes, my memories, my soul and my heart are being ridden in this bike.