Street songs. Doors are opened. People look out throw closed windows. Birds. Nests in imposible places. Light. Colours. So many gifts for a monday! Thanks.
this post seems to me to form a new language and an image of history. This part of the old town still holds the breath of the past. I see the people, i wander in my past, finally. In these humble houses, I see so much wealth
roses are red and the sky is so blue- there is so much magic! the way you have captured it all to see it through your eyes thank you, happy, thank you!
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Street songs. Doors are opened. People look out throw closed windows. Birds. Nests in imposible places. Light. Colours.
So many gifts for a monday!
Thanks.
thank you!
this post seems to me to form a new language and an image of history. This part of the old town still holds the breath of the past. I see the people, i wander in my past, finally.
In these humble houses, I see so much wealth
roses are red and the sky is so blue-
there is so much magic!
the way you have captured it all
to see it through your eyes
thank you, happy, thank you!
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