The croud of the small streets fo Marrakesh and the screams of the bargains are still in my ears.
The bright red of the walls, and the deep blue od the Ysl 's garden are engraved in my eyes.
His Majesty the Atlas.
Sometimes I am travelling, maybe more than sometimes, around the world. i love to do it, I love to discover new lands, new landscapes , new cities and new people. But , if I look around me, in my native little village, I feel so lucky.
And when a beautiful place wake up under a white layer it really looks like fairy tail.