Wingspan

Once I wrote this on this blog: "I carry you on the sleeve, wide open, with the wingspan of a royal turkey"

This morning, I was having a relaxing walk through the gardens of Schloss Ambras castel in Tyrol when I suddenly saw one of those magnificent creatures! And I thought: "Oh my gooosshh, is that a fucking peacock?'' (no royal turkeys anymore).

I wanted to get closer and then I realised that it really was... a fucking peacock!!! (Wooooaaah, check it out), so I went upstairs and sitted in front of it. A huge wingspan spreading some beatiful colours on the grey floor. As soon as my ass got frozen on the stone bench I realized that those feathers were bigger than some memories.

Innsbruck, Austria.