Üks päev teise otsa ja nii suvele lähemale. Hommikud on juba päikesega - teen silmad lahti ja peidan end kohe uuesti padja sisse, sest päike paistab läbi kollase kardina. Kavalalt.
Ma muutusin natuke mõni nädal tagasi. Portugalis. Kummaline, kuidas kuus päeva suudavad teha nii palju. Kirjeldamise asemel loetlen vaid need, kes nüüdsest on minu väikesed maailmad Euroopa peal laiali. Anna, Anja, Gatis, Kristaps, Damjana, Michal, Marcin, Goncalo, Leonor, Filipe E., Ze, Filipe ja Gustavo. Nende seas on uusi parimaid sõpru, kirjasõpru, armastatuid. Kuninglikku verd ja toredaid mälestusi. Laulu ja veini. Kõike vist. Ja pildid ütlevadki rohkem kui tuhat sõna.
" Give me a call when we're back home
I'd like to offer only my shoulder
and I know there will be no
another soldier who will love me
'til I grow older
yes you are the one for me,
can't you see it you son of a bitch
yes you are the one for me,
can't you see it you son of a bitch"
("The girl in the back seat" Goran Gora)
This is a virtual housewarming party. A blueberry night all my own.
Day after day and getting closer to summer. Mornings are already sunny - I open my eyes and then hide myself back into the pillow because the sun shines through my yellow curtain. So sneaky.
I changed abit few weeks ago. In Portugal. It's bizarre how six days can do so much. Instead of describing it I'll write down those who are now my little worlds scattered all across Europe. Anna, Anja, Gatis, Kristaps, Damjana, Michal, Marcin, Goncalo, Leonor, Filipe E., Ze, Filipe and Gustavo. Amongst them are new best friends, penpals, loved ones. Royal blood and great memories. Songs and wine. Everything, I think. And pictures do say more than a thousand words.
Näe mind unes, / Dream about me,
Marion
xoxo
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