Everything was golden and eternal.

The girl of blonde hair and kaleidoscope eyes got carried away in a celebration where love was the main guest.
Friends, family and a festive universe winking at her was all she needed that day.
When the clock struck midnight, the little girl inside her smiled.
The sky brought fireworks. The stars flirted with the fairylights inside.
She got lost in a labyrinth of unwrapped gifts, naughty mistletoes, wild kisses, loud music
and exquisite bottles of pink champagne which made her say merci beaucoup and je t´aime more than once.
Her wishes played with the cheerful bubbles in her glass. Her dreams danced with the colorful sky.
She lost track of toasts and danced barefoot in a carnival dress until the sun woke up.
When her eyes felt tired, she put on her Holly Golightly sleep mask and dropped on her pillow like a falling star.
The last thing she remembered was a smile on her face.
She felt so lucky. She felt loved.
Everything was golden and eternal. lt was enough.

Sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast

I just love that magical state when you can´t control where imagination goes.
It´s that time of the day when the blue velvet sky cast a spell on your pillow,
wishes and dreams meet and thoughts are hypnotized by the charm of the night.
Reality behaves like a mere spectator in a play and you just try to hang on to that hazy but appealing fantasy.
A fantasy that is in desperate need to speak to you. One that wants to be part of that reality once and for all.
You see, there are nights when the wolves are silent and the moon is the one that howls.
And you realise that impossible things are not that crazy under the stardust.
Sometimes they even become a possibility by the time the eyelashes flirt with the sun.
I guess the heart is never silent. He always speaks, even in your sleep.
Just open your soul, the universe is constantly unfolding in front of your eyes.
Turn can´ts into cans.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.