Daydreaming

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Florence, Italy

I want food, real food, delicious food, a variety of food. I want orange, orange juice, orange flour, orange cake, grapefruit, lemonade. I want fruits, various fruits, a variety of fruits, colored fruits. I want fresh vegetables, green leaves, many shades of hues. I want to solve the puzzle, caress the paint brush, pick from the domino table, feel my mouth full but right about now, I can only dream. I can only dream and pretend that I am at the supermarket, the aisles are filled of goodies and I running around, picking from it like a kid in a candy store. I can only because I can’t. I can’t because I am delirious. Yes, I am still hallucinating.

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The Road More Travelled

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Annesy, France

At the dawn, a new day blossoms like a colorful and fragrant flower with the arrival of brighter well choreographed life, the carrousel that drives us to the float of rebirth. It  strengths the hopes of road more travelled instilling the flared courage needed to embrace the love that shapes our dreams and allow us to walk with a smile.

The Walk

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Photo by Joao Melo Serrano

The time the room look dingy and you can’t seem to put down the cross you are carrying because it is playing tricks on you. Sit and ponder. Rethink. Take two. Excuse the darkness, the clutter. Don’t despair. Hand over your flag and escape through the open door. Search for a bridge and cross to the other side. Find the gift that surprises you.