2014

Finally silence. 

I can smell the scient of coffee in the house and hear the sound of the wind outside.

Nobody is calling "mamma" or "aunt" or even my name.

I find back the friendly "mess" I have left, 

notes on paper over the keyboard, full with ideas. 

The time has come to put those ideas in order on a calendar and chage them into "something":

a toy, a project, a dress, a garden. 

2014 arrived full of promises, from the stars, 

off course (which I follow with deep gratitude), 

and now it is time to get back to work and accomplish them.

We have started walking on the stones of the Museumpark, 

looking at the lights of the city behind the black net of the tree branches.

Happy new year to all.