© Leonidas Vasileiou 2012 My grandmother the magic woman    My grandma the magician        The mirror’s heart... The grandmother had a word to say for everything. - Chats which restle magic in our heart and they made us to see the things more deeply than they seemed. They made us to look them with love. To live the love which make you feel free. The freedom which let you to love. - We felt the modern loneliness in grandma’s automatic operator and we attended the path when he decided to run away from the village. - We learned that the only thing that remain is love. To remember the grandmother, to remember the lost friend, to bring the hope and the Spring. And when you know and learn all of them, you will find the spring into the mirror...