hit and sunk in an instant!
Over the past two days, thanks to the spring looming, I was shaken by two episodes pleasant.
Thursday: the waterfront of Salerno. Ore 18.50. pleasant walk between budding athletes, families walking, distracted people conversing a little oblivious to what is happening around. Suddenly, a strong scent of flowers pittosporum strikes my senses and opens the soul to the memories of the night armed guards in an intense spring of twenty years ago. Immense joy to the next emotion.
morning: walking the town. 11.30. The city on Sunday morning, sparse flows and diluted in the air of joyous celebration, takes me to a coffee and keeps me company in the stroll aimlessly produced by personal escape from asphyxia. It 'nice to walk and are basically a little distracted, too. Suddenly, a strong smell of broom sweeps me and lifts me up to the extreme serenity.
I feel I have a little orphan this morning, but happy, happy because the air around me greets me and makes me cuddles.
I really needed it.
And maybe I'll put on my two small terraces planting in memory of this season: a broom and a hedge of pittosporum.
But the smell will go well this time shared with anyone. Or not?
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