McSteamy

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 Every time since I’ve met you I keep thinking that your middle name should have been McSteamy ( yes, like McDreamy from Grey’s Anatomy). Cause every time I am around  you, I feel like in a  hot sauna. I’m hot and I see steam coming out from my body.  I can’t take my eyes of you, I can’t think straight and my body is hot. And when you touch my skin, and breathe down my neck, I can’t stay on my own two feet. So you gently take me into the shower, in hot steam, under water, to feel each drop on my skin, each touch and each move. And how you smile when you see the goose bumps down my skin, when you feel my knees tremble..it’s priceless. And then I put my nails deep in your skin, so that you can feel my desire.  I love to hear you moan. Moan my name, babe…

I woke up…steamy morning. I need a shower. Oh steamy shower again. Where are you?

Past – no steam, present – steamy, future – can’t stop the steam. Let me bathe in you …

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Easter tears

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        I wonder how many people look into the eyes of a lamb and see that there is a soul? I find them so gentle, so pure that I could never eat them. I dare you to really look at them, and maybe this year you can save one!

Photo made and touched by me 🙂

I loved this sweet challenge, fifty

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Back to roots

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How long has it been since you visited the places where you grew up? The places where the elders still live, where time stood still for a glimpse. Because after you glance the second time at the same place you see that everything is abandoned, and the old houses that you knew are now just ruins. But ruins with so much love, so many stories, so much love, so much laughter but yet so quiet.If I close my eyes for a few seconds in that quietness I can still hear the loudness of our plays, the laughter, the animals, the sun..it’s like all is still there and I am back, years later, with a different look but with the same heart. Oh how I wished I could play with all those friends just one more time. To laugh with all my heart. To be a child that has no fears, and just to enjoy life. Oh how much I miss to just play all day long. I still have this in my heart, my roots are there and my soul is in the same place, but the world has changed…

 

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Writing, creating, breathing…

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        Writing for me always was like breathing. I dream of things to write about, I wake up with new ideas, and when I put myself to bed I get up because new words and ideas come into my mind. The hard part is to fall asleep because I always have something new in mind. Thinking about it, I had this since I was a child. It was my only way to be myself, to create and feel true. Writing always gave me an escape from the real world that wasn’t so “pink” to me. I created myself a dream world, where I could escape each time I was alone and safe. In my dream world there was laughter everywhere and children had a childhood. Even now as a ” grown up” girl, I still find myself escaping through writing. Or I put out of me feelings that I wish to forget, or moments that I will always cherish. I am a contradiction with a pen who makes is normal. I am a page that will always ad more lines as the days go bye. When I write, I breath…

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France and the simplicity of life

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A lovely barefoot picnic at the Louvre Museum

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Ever had the urge of reading outside no matter the people around you?

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There is no better time, then Now to have a beer and sleep in the sun…

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A bicycle, some red wine, fresh baguettes…a french picnic along the Seine

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Gossip Girls in the sun…

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Sunbathing in high heels…

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Everybody has place…

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Never alone with a book, near a river

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Just tired, now and here

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A river with a spice called love…

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Who needs a table, chairs to play cards?

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Waiting for you…

The thing I loved most in France, was the simplicity of feeling alive, free and loved. Any place was good for running in bare foot, for taking a picnic, for reading a book or playing cards. All you needed was sun and love. Love for life, love for feeling alive, love for enjoying the little things in life.  Let’s all enjoy!

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