I like looking out my bedroom window on days like this, days of peace ... days surrounded by peaceful afternoons when I can devote myself. Those days when you can say "I'm happy to be where I am and be myself ..." In short those days well, but intense read, they do not envy anyone else and feel like being in the right place at the right time ... those days when you do not know why (or maybe you?) but that is fine ... those days when the world does not exist and there are annoying problems (though there are ...) those stolen moments in time, short but that count, those days when you wake up saying "this sucks" but in the evening, go in bed with a heart full of tranquility mixed with a strange sense of freedom ...
brief moment of madness that make you feel healthy living ...
are so beautiful afternoon of freedom lit by the soft light of a setting sun behind the clouds after an unusually warm day in mid-December, with Christmas lights to doors, with its golden light, the eyes of passersby with their thousand bags full of gifts and smiles on their faces wrapped in scarves, warm wool ... are the afternoons when you feel inspired when you do not want to talk about the usual things to see and the usual gray world, where everything is colored by an odd but perfect light that makes the sky more beautiful and makes the features of the world tapered . E 'feel so strange such perfection in a completely devastated by thousands of events and a thousand unspoken words, but never mind ... now the light illuminates the world of an unnatural color and beautiful ... I stay at the window, happy ... like a child waiting for the next day with a twinkle in her green eyes full of light-heartedness ...
is fine ... and so ...
Pansy
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