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...

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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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the universe, our universe

let the sun warm your skin. let nature work through you, through your soul... the universe is being a bit hard on us lately, but, we have to stay strong, nothing you must worry about, just life, plays it's game, so we must really appreciate what we have, what we live, what we've created, and the rest, will come, someday...

We needed to go out of town, of home, of routine, we just went for a day, but we could have been out for months... sadly, tomorrow is Monday again, and routine will start again... but I'm lucky enough!!!

We thank our little buddies that make us smile and laugh when we need to so much!

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secret nook

empty quiet places, places where once they were called home...

naked wet, foggy forests, filled with memories

secret places to dream of

time passing by

(* my uncles built this little magic place from a henhouse built next to my grandparents countryhouse. they spent here the Summers around the 70s and 80s)

I'm so in love with this place... so empty and so full at the same time

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bits&pieces of August | part I

One year later, and Summer is back again, and we visit the mountains once more... they look just as stunning as I always remember...

I am pretty emotional lately... kind of all just under the skin, but still, beautiful moments all over the day... here some bits&pieces of August, part I. 

We found this beautiful book named "Wonder", so especial, full of tenderness and love, can't help to share some tears every time we read it! I highly recommend it!!!

Slept in my unties antique shits, they are probably 40 years old, and I just love them!

Cups full of milk from when I was little, berry marmalade from the garden and brioche made by mum... 

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PART I, PART II, PART III