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.

Colours changed from green to black, sometimes literally. And made me think. Will that make me a quitter will that me someone that fights. Will I just be a looser.

Other colours stayed bright as always, yellow being yellow as the sun, and blue being bright and royal azzuri (amazing colour) combined by shades of purple as pink is lost a bit and found all again …

In so many ways Italy is a blessing and a torture … A blessing for the food, for the weather the sky and the time it gives me. The strength it gives me to be me … The green red and white that are repainted in your soul. Adding the colours of everything back in your heart where it belongs.

A torture for being at the right place, at the right time, with the wrong person. Finding it really is al over, to confirm again life takes a new start, from an old story. My love is no longer mine, no longer under my control, as my heart is now yours.

Who will take it … Will I get through this week?