thoughts over some carlo rossi

as another day is about to close in this place of pure delight and lightness of being i am flooded by thoughts and memories. (flashbacks invading my mind when triggered by scenes in a movie or thought evoked by a talk at dinner with a good friend, that probably doesn't even know i consider him that, and i can't explain why i do.) both of which have a single core in common, which my delight for the little things in life that make it so beautiful; like the stories you hear when you meet someone new, the adrenaline rushes in your dreams, the memories you hold dear for years, and the turns that take you off the paved paths. why else would living be so beautiful.