falling leaves..

there is a beautifully blue sky.. no clouds, just endless blue.. would like to blow a bubble full of ancient spell and give it to the hands of the january breeze, whisper to him that i would like him to carry the bubble to the south-east.. to a girl who loves bubbles.. who loves shells, who loves life.. carry it to her hands and caress her face, give her a gentle kiss on her forehead and whisper her my words..

once the bubble will touch her hands the spell will soak into her skin.. the whole spell is an ancient thought which was always here, and people always dreamt about it.. there is nothing special about it and even if you dont believe in it, you want it.. somebody call it the spice of the life, for somebody it is the purpose of the life, the forms are different and not always joyfull, this ancient thought contains all the flavours of life..