Dec 11, 2017
Alle 17 un freddo birichino, poco fa un vento caldo che sembrava #ventodestate 😳 #bologna #placethatilove (presso Basilica di S. Francesco in Bologna)
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Alle 17 un freddo birichino, poco fa un vento caldo che sembrava #ventodestate 😳 #bologna #placethatilove (presso Basilica di S. Francesco in Bologna)
#bologna #placethatilove (presso Piazza Santo Stefano)
Because my creative writing course said so.
A Place That I love
The sweet aroma of Nag Champa tickles my nose as small clouds travel from the faint incense smoke that soon tickles both nostrils. My body is relaxed as I recline my back onto my patterned sheets, counting each diamond until my head collides with the softness of my pillow. My eyes are closed, and I listen to the sweet melodies of my favorite artist serenade me with her angelic voice. I am calm. The stillness in the air resurrects a reality that lets me know that the only thing that matters is the very moment that I am in now. At least that’s what Deepak Chopra says, as I switch to meditation sounds to take in the positive energy that flows within this room. My room. So serene in its set up. It often smells of fresh linen with a mixture of burning sage. Laying on my back awakens all five senses. The room is silenced, nothing can be heard but the instrument of bells coming from the speakers on the right side of the room and maybe the sound of leaves brushing against its neighbor. A surge of warmth typically runs through my body as I begin to unwind, my skin softly connecting with the sheets, each thread tickling the strains of hair coming from my arms. I see complete darkness; in this environment my eyes are completely shut. Only thing to be seen are psychedelic colors of rainbow rays, as breathing deepens. My mouth still lingers of earlier meals, particularly of raspberry and granola. The aftertaste remains for hours as I continue to lay, becoming a little tart; palates wishing to encounter a different flavor. But, its owner is so content in the comfort of her room, with smells of fresh linen and sage, where she experiences visual awakening, serene music playing in the background, skin comforted by the threaded sheets.
Confession
I wouldn't be passing AP Spanish if it weren't for Google Translate.
THE INTERNET IS MY MOST FAVORITE THING EVER IN LIFE