Each skin a canvas. Empty at first. A mother’s kiss, a father’s touch. And it begins to show its colors. It grows into an endless ever-changing masterpiece of shades and shapes and flavors. Orange liquid drops from a sunset kiss. Raspberry Turkish Delight. Velvety chocolate memories from a trip far away. Fingerprints drawing a secret map of desires and dreams. Some full of light, some darker than night. Silvery salty grains. Traces on cheeks from sorrow and joy. Gazes that dwell in corners sometimes forgotten, sometimes remembered. Brown, blue and green and some with changing colors. Brushstrokes which sometimes soothingly caress and sometimes cruelly cut and burn.
Yet I love life. This restless artist that paints all colors of my skin.
2014 a fost atât de plin și atât de iute, încât parcă a fost pe repede înainte și zău că nu știu când a început și când s-a terminat. Nu fac bilanț, că nu-mi stă în fire. În locul lui, povestesc doar despre cele 3 favorite ale acestui an, ordinea lor fiind aleatorie.
Today was one of those simple days. A bit grey, a bit cold, but still so very wonderful. I have been working daily, way too many hours for the past two months. Today, I stopped. I actually did take my day off, my only day off. I enjoyed my new toy. (New) oldies, but goldies:
I listened to this album several times. Gregory Porter’s „Be Good” and „Just Like Children” are now glued to my heart. Today was just about being. Listening, watching, enjoying the ‘right now’. Today was about colour and music and dancing and joy.
„Go for a walk!„, the doctor said. I did, and while this splendid music was playing in my mind, I found more colour, more music, more dancing and nature’s immense joy among leaves, birds, clouds and some sunny rays, an orchestra majestically conducted by the almighty wind.