It is spring, all seasons in one. Suddenly comes the Sun, then rain before a rainbow appears in the sky, snowflakes, shadows, wind, rain, clouds…
Is the season of surprises and the unexpected, time for things that arrive and suddenly are gone. What has blown away is leaving you with the memory of a smell that may come back, or not, but will always remain, somehow.

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Souls of spring, dancing bodies, inspiring views, landscapes colored by the melancholy of a winter that left and a shy summer that has not come yet…

The green fields free themselves from thick layers of snow… Flowers wake up and birds sing all around…

On my way to my new studio I can experience how the weather change like we do, completely wild and free, continuously, everyday…

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And you let it go… whatever it is, you let it go, you let it fly and transform, you set the spirit free to go with the wind… Whenever you are ready or not, no one is to judge, no one to be judged. Here is the beauty of every spring, things may change directions just like the wind does. Beautiful thing. Beautiful smile.

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And I dream away of dreams to come, visualizing them and letting them go again.
They may come whenever I am ready, ready and awake. Maybe later, maybe tomorrow… Maybe they will come when I stop thinking about them…
I wake up in the middle of the night wondering where am I and I let the thought go.
This season makes me wonder why, wonder how, wonder when… I wonder where… and when I wonder much the vision gets unclear, like shading colors that want to be bright…

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It is spring, all seasons in one. A moment for everything. Suddenly comes, suddenly goes, a memory of someone fading away. A charming smile, the breeze in my face, a sunset by the sea, raindrops in my lips… Every single moment is a precious one.
And I let it go, holding into a blank page of a new spring to blossom. Whatever it is, I let it go. I let it fly and transform. I release it free to come back to me whispering, with the fragile touch of a butterfly in my skin.

It is spring, time for colors, time for dreams to fly, time for seeds to grow. Time for dreaming.

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