In 1998, the year in which I was born:
Peace, family, resurrection, happiness…Happy Easter to all of those who celebrate it today. Days for spending time with family, days for enjoyment. Time slips slowly without rushing. Holidays clear our minds, and rest our soul. This short break came in the right time, to get away from the intense days and go back to ourselves. Time to rethink and make personal selection. Continue Reading…
The beginning of every year is special.
Not just of the sparkles all around us and giving each other presents that put smiles on our faces and sparkle in our eyes, especially to the children. The end of a year pours hope that the next one will be better from the previous one and that we will have new beginnings.
Holidays are the second name for happiness.
They remind me of my early childhood days, when I used to stick my face on the window in hope to see Santa Clause or at least his footsteps in the snow.
Sunday morning and Hyde Park. Something that has to be experienced. In the early morning, in this huge oasis of green, first are the joggers that come to it, dressed in lively color with headphones in their ears, they jog their daily route. Then the whole London flows in.