.27.

this is me, twentysomethin years ago. today i my birthday and the sun is (finally) shining.

.Barcelona roll. numero dos.

Gaudí and Güell

.elderflower lemonade.

I made eldeflower lemonade this week. 

Here is the recipe:

Makes 5 liters.

20 clean fresh elderflower heads

800 gr sugar

10 organic lemons

10 raisins

2 tbsp of cider vinegar

8 liter of water

In one big recipient (or two if you don't have a big enough one), put the clean flowers, sugar, sliced lemons (it may better to take most of the zest off, as mine became a bit bitter), raisins and vinegar. Top up with still water. Put in the sun covered with a towel for 3 or 5 days (until you see bubbles coming up). Then strain into lemonade bottles and keep cool for 2 weeks. 

Serve chilled with some mint leaves.

.Barcelona roll. numero uno.

streets

.love at first sight.

Our first peony in bloom. I would love to have a large bouquet of them around the house.

.red.

Over the weekend...

  

 transparence

 scallop galop

 fragole

 first basil

 paperpress

 home gallery

poppy, linen and daisy

.30 000 views.

Today, On the Road to Ninocska reached 30 000 views. Thank you for following me (weird expression btw)!

.see far.

Stretch your neck further up, look at the future, look at the others, they are here for you, you are here for them too...

photo from found

.latergram spring.

instagram isn't working on my phone anymore, i mean, i can't post but i can still take photos. i'll post them here from now on. i hope you like them.

 dandelion crown.

 two lovers looking in the same direction. barcelona.

 generations. barcelona.

  

the house of plants. barcelona.

 watching over plaça espanya. barcelona.

 my mother's white iris.

 clear blue sea.

dark blue sea.

.alla finestra.

Sitting, the rays of the sun burning my back, it is a good feeling, a sort of rebirth. Paolo Conte sings into my ear, last night's lack of sleep makes me feel in a dreamy-drowsy way and I like it so.

Tra le tue Braccia

Scuserai
questo inverno di foglie
e i pensieri che
vanno scalzi per lontane vie
via da te...via da me...

è un privilegio stare con te,
dolce persona vicino a me

Sentirai tra le dita
il respiro e la voce mia
che ti invita al mare,
o quel che sia...
sentirai, sentirai...

è un privilegio stare con te,
tutto è distante
niente lo è...

è un sortilegio
vivere in te
dolce persona vicina a me...

.nocturnes.

working tonight, the kids are sleeping, the boarding school is silent. but i can't sleep. i never had sleeping problems really, before working here. i guess its anxiety, what if something happens during the night, a sick teenager, or fire? responsability is kind of a heavy load. well, there's only two months left, before i start a new life. back to uni, back to the city...