More than nostalgia sadness is what causes me the colors of November. From the window, I see how the land is inducing sleep and brown and wilted leaves carpeted the streets. Beginning today at 5 pm and will be of almost dark, and soon, too soon, they will shine throughout the city Christmas lights. What do I do? I do not want that nostalgia is installed at home, as did other years, and fill all of the past. I am willing to share with her some times, perhaps a whole afternoon, but I also want to live this fall, mine, all I have now, with a light heart. Ignasi is true that one month left to hug December that Christmas is just around the corner. It is precisely for that reason, I start to sew a patchwork blanket, made with bits of honey. I intend to create something beautiful every day as it has many beautiful things, the stitching will go. This blanket, made of scraps of happy thoughts, smiles, illusions, new hugs, winks loving my children, my husband, my friends, all the people I love and far, give me warmth. And when you knock on my door I'll open the sadness, of course, but take with me the blanket in place.
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