I went to Lisbon to enjoy a weekend with a friend of mine. My eyes, as usual, lost themselves here and there. Lost themselves in the details and colors. Lost themselves in the variety of things this city has to offer.
“Always seeing something, never seeing nothing, being photographer”
― Walter De Mulder
Being surrounded by nature is one of the most rewarding things. If one stops and becomes aware of everything that is happening all around – the birds, the wind softly caressing both the trees leafs and your skin, the sun in the face – suddenly realizes how precious life is.
And if, by chance, one has the right person by their side to share nature with, it becomes a reward for the spirit and the heart. 😊
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Hans Christian Andersen
No matter what, there is a part of me that will stay forever in this library. And it is safe and never alone, in the middle of millions of books, stories and souls that, such as mine, lost a bit of themselves in this enchanted place.
There’s a part of me that will always be there. It has been since the first time I laid eyes on it.
There are events in life that change the way you see things. Better: you start seeing instead of looking. Suddenly, you find amazing hidden treasures, everywhere.
For example, this flowers: I was walking, normally, on my way home. Then, my wondering-eyes made me stop to really see this flowers: the delicacy, the tenderness…
For a moment, I thought about cutting them, so I could keep them to myself. But then my heart told me to leave them there, where they belonged, so they could dazzle someone else.
If you see life this way, it’s an exciting journey of treasures to be found, hidden everywhere.
You just have to use your heart’s eyes.
There’s one thing I really like about french culture: classical beauty. There’s always this search for that detail that makes the difference, everywhere: clothes, food, lifestyle… Stores, restaurants, even bakeries make you feel fancier just by being there. Everything is simple, clean, polished and with that touch of je ne sais quoi. I keep storing little things as souvenirs of this cultural trait, so that I can always remember this feeling I had in a store once in Paris, being surrounded by beautiful-parfumed-soaps:
“All this colours… All this scents… So this is what they all talk about.
Two ice creams melting while enjoying a sunny-happy-day in Versailles.
You take away all the other luxuries in life, and if you can make someone smile and laugh, you have given the most special gift: happiness.