The things i love

white curtains that dance around in the wind

songs that remind me of years that are now long gone

roman statues made centuries ago, still guarding the old churches of Italy with pride

the smell of used books, read and loved by many

warm tea with one spoon of sugar and milk

secret societies with secrets bigger than the universe

peculiar paintings found in random galleries in random cities

pretentious french films

boys in long coats walking around with a certain elegance, as if they are descendants of dead kings

girls in suits and Victorian inspired dresses found in crowded metros

promises whispered in familiar ears

golden light making every object and every face look divine

poetry recited by undiscovered writers and passionate poets

the beauty of jazz