happy times

For a period of time in my life I was able to spent some free time with myself, I was living alone by that time, partially working and I used to take long walks around  some interesting places in my hometown, I love to remember that times, because those were happy times for me,  walking I knew a lot of excellent second half bookstores  where I spent a lot of time looking, searching , and of course buying great books in a great prices, I knew beautiful coffee places  in which I used to drink some cups while reading , watching the people to pass, to walk, dreaming on a better tomorrow, sometimes waiting for a friend,  for my girlfriend, or just spending the evening Walking to my home instead of taking a bus, and arriving happy to put in a good spot on my bookshelf my new treasures.  A collection forged in years, that if you watch it may seem to be poor, but for me every book keeps a good memory of how it came to my place, that is why I call them my treasures  every time I clean, read or just watch them, I remember all the good times I’ve found beneath their pages, all the evenings and the afternoons I’ve spent with them, drinking coffee, shivering in the cold night, dreaming in strange beds, strange places, but finding a book always next to me, to take me, to teach me, to help me, to care me……