La maison assoupie plunges its walls in the silence of the night, this very silence which, when not asleep, becomes noise, crazy waves rolling noisily between the temples and spreading a thick sand in the smallness of the cranial cavity.
I will not sleep.
hours spread throughout the room space, scroll down their intangible thread of darkness, while my soul keeps me sharp fully awake.
I slipped out of bed and decided to sail in that house timeless drama of a life still hung in the breath of sleep.
A small ray of light is emerging around the flaps, sweet message for a night that ends soon ...
In the great hall adorned with tall bookcases, the old green light from my childhood is still burning, spreading a golden halo which extends to the piano Frances. Dollie, wound on itself into a perfect ball, sleeping under the coffee table in mahogany, and the entire room exudes serenity.
I leave aside the curtain red, delicately as a child opens his gift, making sure to enjoy the beauty of the moment. The window then turns into a fascinating landscape, dressed in a blue veil, a virginal freshness.
tree in all its splendor, its branches caress of lace the morning mist, like an invitation to the waltz-light of dawn birds.
I head towards the large wooden door, activates the metal lever that acts as a handle. The open door lets in a trickle of fresh air, scented grass and damp earth. On the terrace, protected by the old vine withered by the winter, white wrought iron chairs welcome cats asleep, whose peace is disturbed only by the clicking of the latch.
I sink in the wide blue velvet armchair mom, ready to collect the light of day and the first songs of birds, driven by the sweet feeling of being the only one to observe this amazing spectacle of night withdrew, leaving room for glow in the morning, on waking landscapes. Sweet feeling to steal this unique moment, hidden from the world, this moment of transition where nature displays all its splendor and mystery ...
I will not sleep.
hours spread throughout the room space, scroll down their intangible thread of darkness, while my soul keeps me sharp fully awake.
I slipped out of bed and decided to sail in that house timeless drama of a life still hung in the breath of sleep.
A small ray of light is emerging around the flaps, sweet message for a night that ends soon ...
In the great hall adorned with tall bookcases, the old green light from my childhood is still burning, spreading a golden halo which extends to the piano Frances. Dollie, wound on itself into a perfect ball, sleeping under the coffee table in mahogany, and the entire room exudes serenity.
I leave aside the curtain red, delicately as a child opens his gift, making sure to enjoy the beauty of the moment. The window then turns into a fascinating landscape, dressed in a blue veil, a virginal freshness. tree in all its splendor, its branches caress of lace the morning mist, like an invitation to the waltz-light of dawn birds.
I head towards the large wooden door, activates the metal lever that acts as a handle. The open door lets in a trickle of fresh air, scented grass and damp earth. On the terrace, protected by the old vine withered by the winter, white wrought iron chairs welcome cats asleep, whose peace is disturbed only by the clicking of the latch.
I sink in the wide blue velvet armchair mom, ready to collect the light of day and the first songs of birds, driven by the sweet feeling of being the only one to observe this amazing spectacle of night withdrew, leaving room for glow in the morning, on waking landscapes. Sweet feeling to steal this unique moment, hidden from the world, this moment of transition where nature displays all its splendor and mystery ...
