As i became aware of this place, i instantly felt harmony – or, how harmony is connecting all the dots in the Universe. This is the place for capturing the beauty, time, – felicity.
I would love to be there.
I would love to be there with those whom i love,
to be stunned by how good life can feel.
The bond to different gems under the sun, different captivating places is resembling, yet different in nuances. I feel close to Amalfi thinking about Amalfi seen through the eyes of the travellers of past. The ones who found themselves in between Salerno and Sorrento, wrote a book, composed an opera, painted a painting, left a small marking from the day they went to St. Andrew`s cathedral, walked through bougainvillea`s, up the narrow stairs by a white house, drank limoncello from an icecold bottle. Those notes, they open Amalfi for me.
Cinque Terra feels somehow more familiar, probably because of the kaleidoscopic range of colors – or because i went to Cinque Terra – in my mind – earlier than i realised there was a similar graceful white town in Campania.
I pondered writing this if something in me would be different, if i would have been born elsewhere. By a blue sea, in a white house surrounded by pink flowers.
The distant calling, – yet, i still feel that i prefer to be a guest who can return, in the spring, to the white house surrounded by pink flowers.
Perhaps we do choose the home, for ourselves? -
a few homes, for our soul.
For the springs, for the autumns.