I find myself in my hands at a synthetic stopper that looks like old cork.
Dear old cork, that my grandfather used to bottle wine: I miss you!
Because, without you, the link between the use of natural things, linked to mother earth, disappears.
Progress must not destroy the balance of the environment in which we live.
A fake world, which does not respect nature, is a dark world.
Few things enhance the five senses of the human being: the smell of the freshly made laundry… is one of these things.
My thoughts about this coincide with this song by Alanisse Morisette: in essence until now I have not attended a man worthy of being loved.
Maybe I met him, but I did not spend time with him: if that is the right one, I hope that him to come back on my path and that we can spend time together, but differently, for now, a good opinion of men that I hang out with until now, I can not have it.
To dream of one of my ex, the one I loved most, that in the past I asked him to marry me, who in the dream… is who asks me to marry!
Such an abnormal request I struggled to wake up from the dream makes me astonished.
And in my dream I kept believing that he was joking: I know him well, he is not a type that he likes to marry in his life.
Yet he said he was not joking.
In the dream, he was wearing, not me, he, for the wedding, a pair of boots with high heels…
This detail… should I worry about?