Doors

The custom-made front doors of the Conservatory are ajar in the night, as if welcoming whomever dares to enter. That is, if the angel head looking down on you from the shadows allows you to. Inside, silence reigns, and a luminescence seemingly coming out of nowhere lights up the otherwise empty space. 

At the back, one can see the door that connects the conservatory with the dark, old house. At this point it looks quite desolate, devoid of the plants and flowers which later on would invade the place, making it warm, cheerful, and welcoming.

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The cabinet of little birds.

The golden rays of the autumn sun invaded the old house like a search light, revealing the objects that hid in the dark, making them look like secret lovers in a park, surprised in their exchange of illicit kisses.

It was the time of the day when the little stone birds on the antique cabinet seemed to come alive, filling for a brief moment the silent room with their merry chirping. 

Then the light moved on, and they fell silent, turning back to stone, waiting for the return of the sun's golden beams to awaken them again from their deep slumber. 

 

 

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