Get into the page of Provence, she stopped and beginning to cry at the sight of those poor wildlands.
The tears fell on the page blotting it and she tried in vain to wipe her blue eyes as tiny droplets continued to soak those lands.
Desperate then drew a large stretch of blue sky on Provence, to forget all those spots.
Since then, the lavender grows in those lands formerly uncultivated, a spot of color under the blue sky of Provence[...]
I found this purple spot some miles from my home and for a moment I believe I was there...in those beautiful lands.
Have you seen how big she was and how close she was?
She was larger than usual and more luminous.
They were "only" 360.365 km away from the Earth and was one of the three new-moon supermoons of this 2014.
Sometimes I really need to take my time and see how beautiful is...our Moon.
A continuous swing of sun, clouds, rain, rainbows, certainly not typical of the Mediterranean summer we are used to.
I take advantage of this opportunity for some photographs near where I live, trying to find out more interesting shots than those with an anonymous blue sky.
In the meantime I'm waiting for the real summer ...
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say
Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Turning all the night time into the day
He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman
He do the song about the knife
He do the walk, he do the walk of life [...]
"Walk of Life" - Dire Straits
"To leave is to die a little, it is to die to what one loves.
One leaves a bit of one’s self in every hour and in every place.
It’s always the mourning of a vow, the last verse of a poem.
To leave is to die a little, it’s to die to what one loves.
And one leaves, and it’s a game, and up to the last farewell, it’s one’s own soul that one disperses in each farewell".