THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth



Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same



And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back



I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference





Robert Frost

Morning Confessions

BLUE AND OCHRA and sometimes BLUE AND GREEN but ALWAYS myself feeling part of the scenery.

It surprises me more and more how magic a mansion in the rocks can be. Full of levanda scents and lazy lizards, our childrens' joyfull laughs and restless frog jumping on the little pond.

This is my Mykonos.

Away from everything and so close to me, so close to YOU.