
A bouquet of red tulips streaked with yellow in front of the kitchen window welcomes the spirit is like a splash of color on the gray canvas and almost monochromatic landscape glimpsed beyond the glass.
The 80x80 feather pillow on which thrust her head when I go to sleep, I accept soft and cuddle me softly promising me a clear night and worry-free.
The violin that sounds when touched from the temple while Luke does his exercises, meekly accompanies the discovery of music, revealing the secrets of rope in the rope.
The scent of freshly baked bread, the crunch of toasted sunflower seeds with their teeth, the fragrance of the dough that crumbles between your fingers.
And the joy and the smiles and the hugs and kind words of people who love me.
It was not what I wanted to write, but I have allowed get carried away by the poetry of the moment. Every now and then is good for filling some lists.
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