Summer Breeze
Sometimes, the wind blows in exactly the right direction so as to carry loved songs into your house.
If and when you realise it, there’s only one choice; to oblige.
To find some beer, some candles, a comfortable chair or enough space on the floor to dance.
To dance and sing to the summer breeze.
To surrender gracefully to the touch of the wind is sometimes bliss… On the other hand, what if the strenght of the wind pushes all other signals to the background? What if you live in a dream and refuse to hear anything else around you except the soothing lies/promises/whispers of the wind?
:) yep but sometimes it sure is nice to live in the lies, too much truth can kill you.
The truth shall set you free… always… regardless of the pain it may bring… Living is lies and being a slave… who would be willing to settle for that?
breeze or not breeze, truth or lies, it all comes down to a simple invitation: Pame ston Adoni gia kafe :)
@Nicos: Someone who doesn’t know? Ignorance is bliss :)
@Lucy: Spot on! Φύγαμε! Αφού “συχνάζουν τεκνά και φρικιά και αράζουνε και αθλητές…” I’m sure we’ll fit right in! ;)
Anevainoumeeeeee! … :)
Is this Limassol stuff?
nope
It is almost winter now but I still wonder what the “loved songs” were and what scent the candles had…
why wonder when you can imagine? :) almost winter. looks like i’ve skipped a whole season…unless of course i don’t- there are still a few days to go.
That’s right! A few more days to go… Today we have a fantastic combination of snow and sun :)
I remember when I was a kid that we actually had seasons. Proper seasons, like the ones we read in illustrated fairy tales when we were kids.
yes, i was reading a&d’s comment and i thought. “Snow? What is that?” I don’t really remember the seasons though. I mean, if you don’t have snow to define winter…
Oh well, as you can see from the header picture, seasons are a bit confused :)