Every balcony has a story to tell.
You just need to know how to listen with your eyes.
Welcome to my balconies.
If all the hearts of the world rained
down from the sky I would collect
the yours only.
Where everything changes
Where the world doesn't touch me.
Nothing more than a more orange
Happiness in a winter afternoon.
Go home in the evening and get lost in a
book with something to drink, between
a chat and the other with your dearest
Loving one's work is the thing that
comes closest to happiness on earth.
(Rita Levi Montalcini)
illustration for @ladiesofillustration
But not too much.
I like the sunsets full of light, those that
burst from some hidden corner of the
sky and crack the earth's axis are so
Those who remember you because you are alive.
How many baskets have you seen
passing between one balcony and
Mood of a Sunday afternoon.
Christmas is decorations, family, and
other things you are able to see out of
the balconies of everybody.
Let me free to love.
Take any evening and put a terrace, a
piece of heaven and something to drink.
And it's magic right away.
A great effort is needed to see what
is under one's nose.
'O teach me how I should forget to think.'
Everyone has their own.
A life with a sea view.
I like balconies so much because they
are all different and they all have
different stories to tell .. you just need to
know how to listen with your eyes.
That part of the day.
I usually hate stereotypes but "Sea and
Spaghetti" are the only ones granted.
Just a summer night.
“The outside doesn't always match the
Yes. I love this weather.