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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.

I have heard that every season has its own because and, I want to believe it too!

Autumn as the Winter, lead us to reflect more, within ourselves!

The trees strip off their green dress (just someone can resist) but, before doing this, magnificent colors are expressed!

This is an important step: Finally, from the warm season (and sometimes too hot), you get to a breath of freshness!

Probably any season, if lasted forever, would be boring; you would end up getting used to it without any more appreciation.

Just in this autumn 2016, I thought and decided to give life to this new book – blog where I can tell some thoughts, some emotions, sharing.

A few autumns ago I decided to go for a walk, along the path of a park, near where I live. I was probably on a central and working day of the week: What better time to enjoy contact between me and nature?

I was impressed by the memory of a long tree-lined avenue (the main one of the park) that continued towards meadows accompanied by the blue sky and mountains in the distance. An unstoppable rain of leaves falling down from above surprised me: It looked like that path was waiting for me, and now, it was celebrating!

A thousand colors fluttered like butterflies and the road I was walking was all for me!

There was a magical air and it was morning. I woke up early and I was homesick about the park that had kept me company during the hot season. In the early afternoon (just before lunch) I would start my work shift at a bar not far from home.

Before I faced the movement and something that sometimes was a little tight, I decided to explore the inside of myself looking for harmony in a quiet and wild place. That nature made me feel part of a much larger universe than the little reality I lived and saw.

Now I was ready, I would bring this journey and this picture with me, for the rest of the day.

Autumn, like Winter, can be magical and extraordinary; It all depends on where you decide to see it.

2015 was a particular year. For seven long years Enya had remained a mystery. The website not updated and the disappearance of Albums and news in Italy, had left a great void inside me but in the summer of this particular year, something magical happened!

I too, like Enya, had taken a break from listening to her music but, during my stay at the sea on vacation, something brought me very close to her and, her music, she came back to me!

I have returned several times to visualize in my fantasy the imaginary and fairytale castle where I had heard Enya lived; somewhere in Ireland. From there I soon got the photo and the place where this castle was.

I felt particularly close to Enya feeling magical emotions, the only ones able to relieve me of a particular situation of my existence. That is how I decided to plan my real first, felt journey alone to Ireland. The fate and magic of a fairy tale that even surpasses the impossible, would have done the rest to bring us together.

In September 2015, from 7 to 11 (5 days, 4 nights) my trip to Dublin was planned: departure from Bergamo.

The night before departure I was very upset and slept only a few hours, early in the morning I got in the car to reach the airport two hours’ drive from home. Anxiety was skyrocketing and I couldn’t calm her down. Once on the Ryanair plane I did not feel well and, just before the door was closed for departure, I asked for help and was taken to the infirmary where I found fever. The plane left without me, goodbye dream Ireland!

A few days after September 11 (the date when my return to Italy should have taken place) Enya’s website is updated and a new album "Dark Sky Island" is announced. Other amazing syncs have made me follow in Italy from the web of direct radio abroad in which we talked about Enya and were broadcast a few minutes of preview of a new song.

To date Enya remains a protected destination and very difficult to reach. Particular you, particular me, who knows, maybe sooner or later fate will bring us together. I like it and I need to think it. It is really important to me!

Simply: Magical!

Enya – Aniron (Extended) HD

At the end of the video, when you leave,
All that remains is snow, trees and cold if you are not there:
That's why not You have to go!

We must stay together a little longer,
Until I feel ready to continue,
Until tomorrow, when we meet again, Enya!

There would be no evolution if there were no movement because nothing on earth is still.