It's a little cold. Until recently I felt that the climate was a little too hot and I realize that I am constantly looking for the right temperature, not only in the air, but in the whole of Life!
I'm looking for a balance: the right amount of Love, Dreams and Practice in Things.
I get lost in the colors, I get lost in the color of my strange and singular world.
I feel a fragile being that, in its fragility, contains its beauty but also its defect!
A daisy who exposes her petals to the sun but which a thunder of strong wind, takes away.
Look at those rocks on earth, as they are firm and hard: they look very strong! You can rely on it! I tried to be, I felt rock but, I couldn't: the feelings I'm used to and I felt too grey, too cold, too hard and I lacked "my lightness", colors, flexibility.
I was born flower in a soil that I can't feel like mine and I look, I always dream, that sooner or later, I will find the right climate. Too cold, it hurts and in the long run kills. Here, between this field of stones, they are all hard and ask me to be the same but, I flower, I can't.
Today the sky is very blue, there are white clouds here and there that create a perfect decoration. Stones sleep, some are busy exercising to resist even harder blows. Some seek gold in themselves, others compete on the best subject for a picture. Today I let myself be caressed by this light breeze and take the light of this sun. I keep dreaming about the right climate even though I have no idea what it is.
