Although open eyes, that is the same.
imagined, even dreamed of ... I dreamed of a rented room in an old house (or old, does the same).
E 'on the first floor, possibly on a square or "high street". It has a small balcony with wrought iron railings, that "pitta" myself black. The house, and hence the room, is or should be in a Sicilian village, tentatively say that Sant'Alfio (CT) should be good: modern, but still not too - "cooked" to perfection.
The room should be well designed: a square, wooden room door in the wall to the right of the door a closet "hidden", I thought of something in Japanese style with doors to match the room (or white) and right the frames, thin, black.
front of the door, the balcony - with a glass door of those "old" to the line of the waist is closed, then the four areas of glass.
the middle of the room a low coffee table, square, white or very light brown. Let's say a forty to forty, but also a thirty thirty would be fine, a few inches high.
a small vase on the table in black glass stand, with a rose inside.
On the wall opposite the cabinet we put a framework that extends in height, with a strip of raw silk in red (purple) on a canvas of papyrus.
In the wardrobe we put a small cylindrical leather cushion, a blanket, a mattress - all black.
Always hide in the closet there electrical outlets, a wardrobe minimum - three complete outfits, three pairs of shoes, three changes of clothes.
No phone, just a wi-fi modem to use a PC laptop. A small library, a stereo with speakers Bose.
In this room I would go once a month, during a weekend.
would ask for a "maid" of dust the room before my arrival, and fill the jar with water and a red rose.
to walk from the station.
the street, in addition to coffee, I stop at a newsstand to buy the local paper - if there was a nice library also take something light to keep me company over the weekend. A corner
totemic, in short, the much-desired "square meter" inviolable where do and undo at will what you want. Basically rest.
take coffee in the morning on the course - or in the square, and then returned to his room to smoke a cigarette on the balcony listening to the sounds and voices, filling the eyes of daylight. And then, sitting or lying on the floor, I immerse myself in reading the newspaper, a book ... or turn on the stereo and fumerei eyes to the ceiling listening to Battiato.
Boh?
imagined, even dreamed of ... I dreamed of a rented room in an old house (or old, does the same).
E 'on the first floor, possibly on a square or "high street". It has a small balcony with wrought iron railings, that "pitta" myself black. The house, and hence the room, is or should be in a Sicilian village, tentatively say that Sant'Alfio (CT) should be good: modern, but still not too - "cooked" to perfection.
The room should be well designed: a square, wooden room door in the wall to the right of the door a closet "hidden", I thought of something in Japanese style with doors to match the room (or white) and right the frames, thin, black.
front of the door, the balcony - with a glass door of those "old" to the line of the waist is closed, then the four areas of glass.
the middle of the room a low coffee table, square, white or very light brown. Let's say a forty to forty, but also a thirty thirty would be fine, a few inches high.
a small vase on the table in black glass stand, with a rose inside.
On the wall opposite the cabinet we put a framework that extends in height, with a strip of raw silk in red (purple) on a canvas of papyrus.
In the wardrobe we put a small cylindrical leather cushion, a blanket, a mattress - all black.
Always hide in the closet there electrical outlets, a wardrobe minimum - three complete outfits, three pairs of shoes, three changes of clothes.
No phone, just a wi-fi modem to use a PC laptop. A small library, a stereo with speakers Bose.
In this room I would go once a month, during a weekend.
would ask for a "maid" of dust the room before my arrival, and fill the jar with water and a red rose.
to walk from the station.
the street, in addition to coffee, I stop at a newsstand to buy the local paper - if there was a nice library also take something light to keep me company over the weekend. A corner
totemic, in short, the much-desired "square meter" inviolable where do and undo at will what you want. Basically rest.
take coffee in the morning on the course - or in the square, and then returned to his room to smoke a cigarette on the balcony listening to the sounds and voices, filling the eyes of daylight. And then, sitting or lying on the floor, I immerse myself in reading the newspaper, a book ... or turn on the stereo and fumerei eyes to the ceiling listening to Battiato.
Boh?
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