My village Mountains circle three-fourths of it- A thousand-year-old church is at its center The bells ring around the clock striking the hours. This view is five minutes on foot from my door. I have lived here longer than…

                             Thank you little flowers that are under my feet, giving way without a cry, as I pass by. Thank you fresh air that fills my lungs restoring me without my…

  Our memories  that go back to childhood and have continued throughout our lives so many of them that some have slipped into that space that holds our roots, waters the essences of who we are but no longer conjure…