Memories of Crete

My senses as a fine winery… overflowed by aromas of the best grape varieties, grown and given as a unique birth in the Cretan blessed grounds.. like a woman having a foreigner’s child…The sight from the high of the island..causes an explosive party of serotonin in the brain…

Madrugada Euphorica

Night or Day?... East or West?... North or South?...

the moon was the same ... and was smiling......

as a mother breeding....