What a delight
To find notes in old books!
For me, it is the experience of being transported through time
And reach an atmosphere that is not my era
And be friends with a new someone from an old time
When I contemplate the handwriting
So many questions come along
I try to figure out the personality of the writer
I want to find somehow a way to connect emotionally
With the mysterious person who wrote the notes
It may sound strange
But this search through the unknown
Is wrapped in so much fascination...
It is really an exciting feeling!
It is like to be a resolute detective
Analyzing clues to solve something
That will prove extraordinary

While I have the book with the notes
That person will be forever part of my life
I like to think that maybe one day
We will meet in other dimentions
I like to keep the irresistible enchantment of it!



Autumn and its blushed face
Stunning splendor of colors
The season when the transfiguration of Nature
Unfolds in front of our very eyes in an amazing speed 

Autumn and its melancholic mood
Serene and pleasant
A magic silence
Made of many voices

Autumn and its hypnotic gaze
Mesmerizing foggy mornings
A season to fall in love with
Get lost in its arms
Let be taken by its seductive personality


The village was located in a rural area
It was small and crowded
Life was simple
Basically hard work
The houses were little
Sparse furniture
The doors hardly closed completely
The windows were almost permanently opened
Unless during the heavy rains season
People of all ages
Used to walk along the dusty streets
Everybody knew everybody
There was a sense of family
Sense of values
Sense of companionship
Nothing was fancy
But everything was genuine
Words and attitudes
Warm atmosphere
People did not have education
But were educated
People did not have money
But were rich
Everything was an amazing combination
Of love, understanding, giving, and respect
There were no egos
No hard words
No hard feelings
No empty meanings
Nature was generous to people
As people were generous to Nature
The simplicity of everything was something
Life was lived in full interaction
Full awareness
Full wisdom
Time was never in a rush
It kept a slow motion pace
The village was a world of wonders
It had the eloquence of the pure of soul