jeudi 9 février 2017

Two thousand and seventeen


I started this year exploring new cities and finding little treasures along the way...


Cannes

Les heures lentes

La croisette

Lovely job

Le panier à Marseille

Flowery dream

Home
*"Mais tous ces rêves tu les vivras..." C.

*Alabama Monroe, le film.

*"You wrote me oh, so many letters, and all of them seemed true. Promises look good on paper, especially from you, from you." Johnny Flynn

Les souvenirs

I remember your smile and the way sun shined upon your hair.
I remember smelling you and feeling like home. The way you used to grab me in the air when i was running towards you and the way you'd let me be. Just the way i am, with every change, every craziness, every thought. 
You would not have changed me for anything because i was the one bringing you flowers every morning by dancing while making breakfast, putting flowery dresses on and smiling because we had sun outside. 
I was probably your wilderness and your calm. I was just like the sea, so blue and so beautiful to your eyes.
I remember your laugh and the way you used to drive me by our hometown. 
The first morning we had our breakfast together in your dad's home, it was jam and we would see the sun in the garden.
But what i remember the most is you walking in front of me, tall and sure about life. You are so wise and i always was such a little soul.