Because it is Wednesday.I like this day of the week, it's the day if the week that all stops just for a second. A moment of reflection about all other days, not a particular one. Time because I decide so to make space in my head.
The sky turns pink, soft baby cotton blanket, a new born baby girl, some where at a friend's house. Bubbles in my love's eye, Paris revisited.
I am still in Rabat, we stay for another open period of time, the girls are back in schools since the twentieth of August. We came back during Moroccan's Ramadan celebration, not easy after a long summer without any limitations. I need to emerge myself again into daily writing exercise. I like to change some lay out, input, texts, illustrate the blog in a way that suits more the author, the subject,the era, the state of my mind after time and long days of no boundaries.But instead of going after a temptation of graphics and fashion I should act modest and just listen to the master: write darling.
The sky turns pink, soft baby cotton blanket, a new born baby girl, some where at a friend's house. Bubbles in my love's eye, Paris revisited.
I am still in Rabat, we stay for another open period of time, the girls are back in schools since the twentieth of August. We came back during Moroccan's Ramadan celebration, not easy after a long summer without any limitations. I need to emerge myself again into daily writing exercise. I like to change some lay out, input, texts, illustrate the blog in a way that suits more the author, the subject,the era, the state of my mind after time and long days of no boundaries.But instead of going after a temptation of graphics and fashion I should act modest and just listen to the master: write darling.