Monday, July 25, 2011

Italian inspirations II.

You know the feel, when you stay in the middle of space. Everything is in move, but you are standing alone. Suddenly you sense all tastes on your skin. Taste of silence..taste of the town. Light breeze pulls you by the sleeve shirts. Town pulsing, and you can hear his symphony. Fluttering wings of birds, bicycle chain, crash of cart with tomatoes, bells beating in church steeples, which want to touch the sky... angelic bells. I have a big black hat, which hides my face. I feel like old seaman, but I've always fished the frames. Do you smell the same? The smell of last summer.

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My new seagull charm in progresse.
Murano (Venezia) glass drops which I bought at old market in Padua.
Caramel retro Gianni Versace frames.
Piece of sea in bathroom.
Italian cafe?

1 comment:

  1. very nice blog,have a good day from Tenerife!!!!