Gifts, light and another breath...

...from my Greece up the North,

a quick jump to opened terrace doors,

gifts from wonderful friend, 

not wine but oil and olives from hard work,

landing again...

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Promises for days to come...

 ...even if no guarantee for a tomorrow exists,

but hope is there to stay,

and my choices are there,

from shopping things I already have,

to looking into the eyes,

of an incredible child

and her power of innocence,

and the skies of light and peace,

on the island of islands,

and the choice was not hard to make...

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Leaving for a while..

 ...FOR JUST NOW,

SEEING OTHER LOVED ONES,

BUT ALWAYS CARRYING ISLAND WITHIN,

BEING BACK,

SOONER, RATHER THAN LATER...

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Theo, the artist...

...and his environment, 

in the middle of a Winter´s sleep,

watching his work, having coffee,

chatting of stones in all colors,

and ancient symbols on rings and necklaces,

works of love and skills...

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Touch the Winter here...

... and you will find water,

wind and colorful light, 

wherever you go,

never a moment of gray...

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Far away from colors of fake...

...only what I see is real,

on island late in autumn,

come rain or come shine,

village and sea in harmony...

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For a restless mind...

...the village of Molivos is a close touch,

of silence and light,

of casual walks,

stress abandoned,

most tourists gone,

olive trees waiting to unload its gold,

Winter closing in...

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