Pure Aegean
Pure Aegean heaven hometown dream
I have been to the Mediterranean shore Tunis. The buildings there also are white. There is a call west first not sow a town, inhabit the artists'' town, but also all buildings are white, all the doors and Windows are blue. The coastal town, people call it blue white town. Have been to that small town, and, unlike other visitors that to santorini blue fastens so shocked. So, what, what is it, let me deeply touched?
I think it''s pure! That don''t dye beautiful, isolated purity. Blue sky blue, blue top white walls, blue white intermingling of light and shadow, all, even breathing is blue. Cleaner beautiful SLATE road, see figure of twisting alleyways, orthodox ning jas plain white church, the world the most beautiful sunset iago. Legend, card Mali world rare hugged the deep blue sea black beach & hellip; & hellip; It is not need any other, any auxiliary, just rush you mind pure beauty. Heaven also however so.
Reason for santorini touched, also has the fantasy wings to fly. Here is the mysterious disappearance of Plato''s Atlantis ancient kingdom. The brilliant ancient architecture, highly developed ancient civilization, the mystery that distant & hellip; & hellip; The most will start this mysterious ancient country told to men of philosopher, he pure and good love. Plato''s love, elect the youth me, then longing. &; ldquo I like to be gazed at the same; quietly watching you. I like deeply loved by you and love you. & rdquo; The watched me to love me the person, that was my watch was I love the person, that finally didn''t say love, have been long gone, as running water unsympathetic and helpless.
What will the past, feast, I is quiet unobtrusive women. Appearance was also time flush. When moving, smile is all age GuaDan. Yes, I have, is the heart of woman, if water stop by bright be peaceful smile.
Pure Aegean heaven hometown dream
Santorini''s blue sky, santorini halcyon breath, fantasy, wings but not cease. Imagine, and a philosopher of love. Then, we will sit still, looked at sight ABU dhabis skyline. Words are interrupted. My thinking and him, and that the fairyland scenery quietly blends.
And a philosopher of love, there should be no happiness. Also in daily life, unfortunately, just make person pause, just make the counterparts, Socrates, Plato''s become philosophers.
Love failed, philosophers away. This beauty, but in the millennium unchanged. The distance, the castle peak on white houses, much like snow ah. The high above the snow in human beings, is our holy land, our paradise. Yes, heaven, because we imagine heaven nor give its again right. Because, in heaven, we can only brief stay, not reside.
The sky is overcast with clouds, here or in heaven. The deep gray, more philosophical meaning. Closer to Plato. That this was a philosopher to profess attitude. Remind of Plato''s love to eat the nut honey bread. Greek philosophy type bitter coffee.
Still have that, under the edge of grey clouds light colour. Life is gray with a red color? Be gorgeous life a shadow? People''s attitudes and determine their fate. Haze, the sea into gray, become not our brilliant imagined the Aegean, love the sea. In fact, what, only a face? What, immutable?
Pure Aegean heaven hometown dream
In such a u.s.-china, so quiet pure, you also will be effected in muddled in disillusioned: why, this world, some love, giving is so easy, how don''t you yourself. And without regret.
This time, such scenery, suitable for memory, suitable to forget. Suitable for gently reminds me, then gently forgotten.
But there''s some things, only let remind of, not forget.
Empty dream dreamland the true, but let us have home feeling. Yes, my hometown, you live hometown, miss the hometown.