For those who haven’t read about the challenge, here is the link to the post with details –
Season’s favorite challenge.

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To be honest, I don’t find anything favorite about Autumn. So, this post will be more about what reminds me that my favorite season Summer is gone and the day is not that long anymore, the leaves … they fight for few more days of life and eventually fall, dry and ugly brown. It’s a whole procedure and ritual to get used to Autumn, to convince my body, spirit and soul that there will be few months without hot, starry nights and usually I manage at around mid-Winter, which is a success, believe me … Here in Greece we don’t really have Autumn, but I’ve spent enough Autumn seasons in Bulgaria.

"Autumn in Rodopi- mountains, Bulgaria"

– Word –

Evanescence The act or state of vanishing away; disappearance; as, the evanescence of vapor, of a dream, of earthly plants or hopes.

– Quote –

A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand.  I think, I too, have known autumn too long.  ~ e.e. cummings

– Poem –


by Blaga Todorova

they come,
when the dust crawls
on street corners,
when you need help
to inhale the ashes
left after demons fight.
kindness offered,
breaths undercover
making you a better man
a woman,
barely in charge, addicted
you accept them

they hold you,
when tears betray you
to let you know
there’s this salty taste of life.
no proof of sound to register
the beauty of arms around you.
in and out, up and down
the value of a friendly hand
matters in each second,
in moments when you realize
you can’t have
the whole pot of ice-cream alone.

they go eventually,
with a promise to return
but only in your deep sleep,
leaving empty
the guest’s cup of coffee
grounded on a shelf with bitter herbs.
they come and go
like trains in opposite directions,
like seasons changing the shade of the day
leaving you constantly sitting
on a cold bench at faraway metro station

They come and always go …

– Book –

“The Kite runner” – a novel by Khaled Hosseini. Published in 2003 and adapted into a film of the same name in 2007. It’s a story of  a young boy – Amir – from the Wazir Akbar Khan district of Kabul, who befriends Hassan, the son of his father’s Hazara servant. The story is set of events, from the fall of Afghanistan’s monarchy through the Soviet invasion, the mass exodus of refugees to Pakistan and the United States, and the rise of the Taliban regime.

– Song –

Miro – Ubivai me s lubov/ Kill me with love/ – the video above.

Lyrics translated to English:

You always look at me,
you constantly follow me,
you want me helpless,
you shoot mercilessly,
with every word, with every touch
you’re hurting me with roses
and their thorns and I bleed.

I’m not afraid from your arrows, love,
I’m not lost in a sin, I’m ready for you.
Without happiness I can survive,
but not without you and I won’t
notice even if you kill me with love.

Day after day, you want less from me,
the time flies by and I feel sad,
with every word with every touch
I’m hurting you  and the roses still
have thorns, but that’s their defense
against you, love …

– Movie –

“Amadeus”- The story of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, told by Antonio Salieri – confined to an insane asylum. No matter how many times I see this movie, the music and the play always keep me still on the couch from the beginning to the end.

– Town –

Autumn reminds me of my home town in Bulgaria, the season there is very vividly shown with all signs, but usually at this time of year I feel like having a little escape to Egypt/ Hurghada/, faraway from Fall’s emotions …

– Animal –


– Flower –


– Food –

Green beans and potato casserole

– Image –

"Magic Autumn" by Paolo Frotti on


“for we’re just like autumn leaves,
I close my eyes and I see you smiling,
not so faraway, yet not close enough.
The leaves keep twirling, until
we too, find ourselves lost.”

~ Sonam Mandal


Thank you everyone for taking part in the challenge and to the rest of you that will just read! Please leave the link to your posts in the comment section, you will have one week / July 16- July 23/ to do that. If you wish to read how others formed their thoughts into a season’s post, have a look at the comment section, I will make sure to include everyone joining! If you wish to see how the first part of the challenge was, click on Spring’s favorite, Summer’s favorite.

Stay tuned for the next post on July the 23thWinter’s favorite.


© 2011  Broken Sparkles


Summer boy’s confession

“He gave me that longing… and then made me mute. Why? Tell me that… why implant the desire? Like a lust in my body! And then deny me …?”

~fragment of Salieri’s saying in the movie “Amadeus”


He was standing by the window, counting the drops of rain falling down. The reflection of the moonlight on his naked skin sent midnight sparkles and a blush on my cheeks. From the bed with sheets soaked in his presence I could hear the beating of his vulnerable heart rimmed in arrogance, arrogance that he used as a shield, but not here, not with me.

It hurt to have him so close in the same room, yet imaginary miles away. I could almost touch the sound of his voice, but I didn’t. I was afraid if I do it he will disappear like a candle light on the end of a long night. I just listened to him telling me about Melita who had hazelnut eyes like mine and Kalliopi who possessed him with black, curly hair like mine.

About Dafni’s lips that he kissed thinking of me and Antigoni’s curves that he embraced only because they were perfect match with mine. And then there was a thunder that made me want to go near him, but the cigarette he lit stopped me five steps away and I heard about Eirini who couldn’t forgive him about my name spelled after the “I love you” never meant for her …

He left the cigarette in the ash-tray and turned around to look for a reaction on my face. I could’ve told him about Ben and Alexis, about Todoris and Charlie, I could’ve verified his theory that we both have been looking for love elsewhere when love was right here. Instead, I thought about the few hours left with him, I walked those five steps and went to the best place on Earth, in his arms.


To summer boy …

Gale Harold - courtesy Google image search

© 2011  Broken Sparkles