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!
Street songs. Doors are opened. People look out throw closed windows. Birds. Nests in imposible places. Light. Colours.
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήSo many gifts for a monday!
Thanks.
thank you!
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήthis 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-
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήthere is so much magic!
the way you have captured it all
to see it through your eyes
thank you, happy, thank you!