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GREEN
Purple-ish
green
Morning ride
Gentle and silence
Oh grey or green
White lines flashing
Heart or head
What is stronger?
New, old, again
life is what it throws at you
I have colours
I have coloursI feel them in the air
Strange twist
There is a time
I
I realise
Eye opener
The last words of Steve Jobs -I have come to the pinnacle of success in business.
Maybe just Maybe
Today, today is a strange day, or an excellent day, it is the day of days (this what I know it will be in 10 years time). Sometimes one colour brings along another colour and sometimes a faded colour is suddenly all bright again.
Chapter 1: This is me and my colours
Mr. Coward and Prof. Poet
Wondering
in these last days and weeks I have had some more time for myself, in comparison with other times of the year. I wanted to be with my kids, my parents, my bike and find out more about what I want.
the sky
And how only youOnly me
Day 1
the best day
Untitled
Skeletons in a sky
Day 1 near the slopes
A day of driving throughout a country I always think of as grey and dull, surprised me with smiles and green.
Free on a slippery slope
With two
Always
Green and blue
The wind
Life
My night
A melody
A morning with fog
Driving
Harmony
A rainbow
Finally
A moment
24 hours of magic
Every hour
Time is not timed
A time
Fuchsia
4
One for the road
To sit
Why not just write
Writing here
Tuscany night
A million stars
Green has a place
In small moments
Here in Tuscany
To feel pink
To write what is in my head
Keeping sain, how do you do it ? Am I crazy, have I got a mental disorder?
Sunrise
To see scarlet
My mind 0.1
Have you ever sat down like I do right know and thought of what is and has happened to you lately.
For whom it concerns
As clouds fade
Question
Brown and grey lines
April drive
Just driving
A moment
Some beige
Strange
Words leaving
Morning writing
Sometimes
A moment
Watching a screen
That moment
You know
Hope is gone
Soms
What said is said – what is done
Payback
Blue always here
Sleepy eyes
3 am
Grey light
Just driving
A new day
Waking up to magic
Eyes
An end A start
A time of reflection
Waking up
Don’t ask
Yellow
My mind
A trembling leg
Me
All in 2 days
Discere
Roads pass
White full of colour
White tiles
Colour
A dream that became a start to write
A dream in so many ways in so may forms, though is just one I plot down…
Somme
Fields
Pushkin
Books
Colors in a different light
Colors
Better without orange
Orange
New same color
Something else
Rainbow orange
Thinking
Time
Sometimes
Decisions
Blue water
So many ways
Little blue
Going crazy
Blue
Red and blue
Blue
Quinn
Hard breathing
Blue is orange
Orange
The rainbow by blue
Blue,
Reflection
Thinking
Glancing
A cold night
Green sofa
Just sitting
Colors
A bit of rainbow
Blue