During the long pauses of the night

This morning at 3am I woke up.
Everybody were fast asleep, all was quite and still.
I could not get back to sleep.
I briefly went into the garden and the air was fresh and clean, the leaves were gently rustling while a feeble moonshine was creating vague shades.
There was a pleasant stillness a bit eery but nice and misterious.
The stars slowly turned their gazes towards me and I felt observed.
They seemed to say "why are you not resting?"
While searching for an answer I sat down on the floor.
All was at peace, just another night like the millions that came before. Soon the morning would have broken and felt these sensations will all dissipate into nothing. All will be absorbed and lost in the mists of time. I made my way back to bed as a new day was about to start and I ardently wished the daylight to find me asleep.
I now was breathing the winds of time.

Smelling the sunshine

It is always overcast or rainy here in the UK and when mentioning to some friends that I could smell the sun on very sunny day, I have been told to be a bit "strange".

The past few days have been quite sunny and when that happens all around me becomes very special: fantastic spring scents which I can actually describe. It is a mixture of delicate flowers and a hint of ozone.

I remember the same smell after powerful thunders storms during hot summers back in Vicenza.

When I can smell the sun my mind goes back in time and I relive those moments; emotions that have been shaped by my past, a special excitement passes through my body and happy I feel the fervor of the past youth.

Today is spring

Late afternoon in blossom

What a day to start a new blog: the first day of spring! A double beginning as a sign of good luck, an auspicious occasion.

Nothing better then fresh spring air. Running bare foot down the hill till I could no more and out of breath smelling the freshness of freedom.

The sun is going down, the sky is overcast and the evening is next...





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Acrylics, inpasto, palette knife on unstretched canvas, 15 x 21