As I've seen that on Tumblr…

In 2011 i've experienced a lot of good stuff, if I had the courage to make lists i'll probably find more good stuff than bad stuff.
Anyway each year has to end (a priori) and I'll embrace 2012 as I embrace any new day.
With a bit of excitement, a lot of frights, a too-short night, books, friends and a cup of tea.
Few people have been or became very important for me in 2011, and I've met most of them through SG. I would specially hug them right now…
I'm glad that each year, month and day can bring me new wonderful people to meet and discover.
Easier than space travel.
I hope you're all being as best as you can.
And here is something for your ears…

In 2011 i've experienced a lot of good stuff, if I had the courage to make lists i'll probably find more good stuff than bad stuff.
Anyway each year has to end (a priori) and I'll embrace 2012 as I embrace any new day.
With a bit of excitement, a lot of frights, a too-short night, books, friends and a cup of tea.
Few people have been or became very important for me in 2011, and I've met most of them through SG. I would specially hug them right now…
I'm glad that each year, month and day can bring me new wonderful people to meet and discover.
Easier than space travel.
I hope you're all being as best as you can.
And here is something for your ears…
The past 30 hours have been full of little pleasures and emotions.
I'll send good vibes to any of my friend who'd need it.
<3

William Morris's wallpaper
&
Rosetti's painting and words that have a special place in my heart now...

The thronged boughs of the shady sycamore
Still bear young leaflets half the summer through;
From when the robin ‘gainst the unhidden blue
Perched dark, till now, deep in the leafy core,
The embowered throstle’s urgent wood-notes soar
Through summer silence. Still the leaves come new;
Yet never rosy-sheathed as those which drew
Their spiral tongues from spring-buds heretofore.
Within the branching shade of Reverie
Dreams even may spring till autumn; yet none be
Like woman’s budding day-dream spirit-fann’d.
Lo! tow’rd deep skies, not deeper than her look,
She dreams; till now on her forgotten book
Drops the forgotten blossom from her hand.
I'll send good vibes to any of my friend who'd need it.
<3

William Morris's wallpaper
&
Rosetti's painting and words that have a special place in my heart now...

The thronged boughs of the shady sycamore
Still bear young leaflets half the summer through;
From when the robin ‘gainst the unhidden blue
Perched dark, till now, deep in the leafy core,
The embowered throstle’s urgent wood-notes soar
Through summer silence. Still the leaves come new;
Yet never rosy-sheathed as those which drew
Their spiral tongues from spring-buds heretofore.
Within the branching shade of Reverie
Dreams even may spring till autumn; yet none be
Like woman’s budding day-dream spirit-fann’d.
Lo! tow’rd deep skies, not deeper than her look,
She dreams; till now on her forgotten book
Drops the forgotten blossom from her hand.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti – The Daydream (1880)
Oil on canvas (92.7 x 157.5)Victoria and Albert Museum, London, England
If you want to see more of what I like, here's my tumblr.
Have a nice week-end, I hope it'll be full of pleasures and delights.



