mimosa: my Springlove's name

m i m o s a

is this time of the year... how light slowly changes its' movements, baths everything it touches with a new sigh... my soul was yearning this dancing too much... light stretches hard to touch every nook of what Winter has left behind... and something changes, it's bringing Spring with it... 

Mimosa...

She awakes my soul. Can't stop marveling myself with its beauty... splendid delicate sprout, like a butterfly kiss, you can spot her as hidden as it can be. I feel as she can heal all the grey Winter thoughts I've had, with her stunning yellow softness, kind paint playing around with light and shadows all over my skin... we had a small affair this weekend and we played around until noon

<3

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hibernar

quiero aguardar,
mientras se desnuda ante mí
el manto helado
y, con el tiempo tras mi cristal,
regresen los brotes
y con ellos
la vida y el ruido.

mientras,

las noches tamizan de silencios

el invierno en agonías de frío.

quiero brotar luz en Abril.

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embraced

I can't explain quite well the feeling of being alone in this house... but is the way I feel less lonely... all my memories, are in every place I look... I can stare at that window... where once there was a plum tree where we use to pick so many plums between my grandmother and my mum... boxes full of them... now, a while ago, the tree died... time passes by... everything changes, but other things are still there, and I can stand beside them time... remembering the noises that home had once, the voices, smiles, unique moments, music, songs, laughs... this house was all but silence... and now... it has changed so much, but I can feel how all these chilhood embraces me and makes me feel warm and cozy, I feel like an invisible protection there. I love to spend time here by my self. This time, Boira stayed with me...

(sorry for some bad quality images, all have been taken with my phone...)

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a small story of a dream

If I close my eyes... I can tell a story

with these images... but I may have to tell it in my home language...

you may translate it with googletranslator

se me escurren los sueños cuando despierto, por ello me gusta, soñar despierta.

amanecer tras el cristal de ramas verdes, que descansan sus húmedas hojas sobre las empañadas y agrietadas ventanas. 

suspiros de árboles que me rodean bajo los que alas de lechuzas se cobijan para descansar después de vigilar la noche.

la luz danza divertida en las paredes, juega con el bosque, sonríe a la mañana.

despertamos en lo alto de la madera, rodeada de viejas líneas de antiguas civilizaciones, que de noche se agolpan con historias bajo la bombilla. 

es un diminuto rincón del mundo, uno silencioso, escondido y casi secreto, en el que rebosan las salvajes naturalezas, entrelazándose entre sí, acogiéndonos en su anciano mundo.

tras largos paseos, tardes de mantas, y mantas, libros y cuentos, fantasías y fotos, heladas noches llegan entre cenas calientes, y un espeso silencio. 

Alargo el brazo para apagar la bombilla, y al cerrar los ojos bajo varias capas de aromas, de gruesas y antiguas colchas, puedo sentir el batir de alas de los búhos y las lechuzas blancas rozar las tejas y las ramas que nos cobijan...

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that Saturday

I guess life doesn't stop teaching us things... putting us through rough stories, trying to get us to see what is invisible to our sight, sometimes. It's quite easy for me to surrender on the first fall, but I guess we can find beauty within the fall, in pain, we can let us sink down, touch our deepest thoughts and feelings, and letting go tears that will heal and dry with the morning sun... I'm trying to figure out what life is trying to teach me right now, for a start, I'm learning and reading, 

I want to learn how to live, and stop surviving.

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bits&pieces of Christmas time

Before Christmas days, we did a quick visit to the mountains and also visited my mum. Days have become so short, and we have really small moments of sun! We turned on the fireplace, because the house was really freezing, but we enjoyed hiking around the forest, cuddles on cozy small rooms warmed up with old stoves, new first nights of Boira at my magical house and wrapping some gifts for Christmas Eve... It's been nice but too short. Here are some bits&pieces of our small visit to mother nature...

Our old plum tree is so special... he gave me hope discovering how despite the cold weather, the wind and thunder of these days, it's surprising us with small lovely flowers, full of delicate and simple beauty... nature is full of wisdom

I wish you the best for this new year to come... lets keep faith, hope and love within our hearts...!

thank you really much for staying close those who come and visit! I feel very grateful! <3

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