Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Like a feather in the wind.
Images by: little doe
I hitched a ride with the wind and since he was my friend, i let him decide where we´d go.
Like a little doe i tiptoed behind his undeniable charm and he swept me off my feet really fast.
He put his arm around us and watched us play hide and seek between heaven and earth.
I was the one who sought, he was the one hidding behind my smile.
The wind played with our feathers pointing at the sky and we felt like children of the sun.
Colors constantly shimmered through the dusty haze. Lights moved quickly through the turquoise sky.
We danced barefoot feeling the warm touch of the the sand. We spinned really fast and turned into gods and goddesses with the blink of an eye.
We professed the use of wild feathers, spirited thoughts and sweet bird songs and achieved eternal bliss.
The wild tangerine fireball above us witnessed our joy until we collapsed on the grass. Our bodies ached but our souls smiled.
Once again i fell in love with Mother Nature. I closed my eyes and heard the wind whispering in my ear...
“Wild hearts can´t be broken. Your dreams will come true. One for each feather, i promise. Just hang on to those”.
I smiled. I knew he was right. I just needed to want things with all my heart.
He knew what was best for me and i just needed to fall in love with him like i always do.
I said to myself, ´listen to him´.
The answer IS blowing in the wind, after all.
I hitched a ride with the wind and since he was my friend, i let him decide where we´d go.
Like a little doe i tiptoed behind his undeniable charm and he swept me off my feet really fast.
He put his arm around us and watched us play hide and seek between heaven and earth.
I was the one who sought, he was the one hidding behind my smile.
The wind played with our feathers pointing at the sky and we felt like children of the sun.
Colors constantly shimmered through the dusty haze. Lights moved quickly through the turquoise sky.
We danced barefoot feeling the warm touch of the the sand. We spinned really fast and turned into gods and goddesses with the blink of an eye.
We professed the use of wild feathers, spirited thoughts and sweet bird songs and achieved eternal bliss.
The wild tangerine fireball above us witnessed our joy until we collapsed on the grass. Our bodies ached but our souls smiled.
Once again i fell in love with Mother Nature. I closed my eyes and heard the wind whispering in my ear...
“Wild hearts can´t be broken. Your dreams will come true. One for each feather, i promise. Just hang on to those”.
I smiled. I knew he was right. I just needed to want things with all my heart.
He knew what was best for me and i just needed to fall in love with him like i always do.
I said to myself, ´listen to him´.
The answer IS blowing in the wind, after all.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Dear universe, dazzle me and leave me breathless like Godard
Oh, là là ! What you did to me, Jean-Luc Godard.
Sometimes it just takes a movie to help you escape reality for a little while.
And you know you chose the right movie when there´s Paris in the 60´s, the beginning of the French New Wave, a black and white atmosphere,
the romance between a sweet american girl like Jean Seberg and a french sexy heavy smoker bad boy like Belmondo and of course,
a talented Truffaut behind the story and Goddard behind the camera.
I believe when you have this kind of fascinating inspiration, you have to go with the flow.
It´s so much fun to play a character every once in a while and something inside me knew Patricia Franchini would understand me perfectly.
Once again, she seduced me and i was right. A curious, sometimes confused careless girl hungry for adventure who plays it cool but often can´t light a cigarette properly because she´s afraid of too many things in life and likes to dream, flirt and smile instead, sounds just like me. At least for now.
I guess finding who you are is an everyday task, right? Well, right now i´m an everyday learner. "Une apprenante".
But there´s one thing i know for sure, simple things that make you happy are the ones that make a girl light a cigarette at once.
Watch that exquisite long scene in the bedroom in "À bout de souffle" where Michel and Patricia stay in bed, laughing, fooling around, making plans between striped clothes, fedora hats, kisses and Parisienne cigarettes and you´ll know what i´m talking about.
I might not be in Paris yet but sometimes a good movie, french fries, milkshakes, a few cigarettes
and love between the sheets is enough happiness for a girl like me.
Sometimes it just takes a movie to help you escape reality for a little while.
And you know you chose the right movie when there´s Paris in the 60´s, the beginning of the French New Wave, a black and white atmosphere,
the romance between a sweet american girl like Jean Seberg and a french sexy heavy smoker bad boy like Belmondo and of course,
a talented Truffaut behind the story and Goddard behind the camera.
I believe when you have this kind of fascinating inspiration, you have to go with the flow.
It´s so much fun to play a character every once in a while and something inside me knew Patricia Franchini would understand me perfectly.
Once again, she seduced me and i was right. A curious, sometimes confused careless girl hungry for adventure who plays it cool but often can´t light a cigarette properly because she´s afraid of too many things in life and likes to dream, flirt and smile instead, sounds just like me. At least for now.
I guess finding who you are is an everyday task, right? Well, right now i´m an everyday learner. "Une apprenante".
But there´s one thing i know for sure, simple things that make you happy are the ones that make a girl light a cigarette at once.
Watch that exquisite long scene in the bedroom in "À bout de souffle" where Michel and Patricia stay in bed, laughing, fooling around, making plans between striped clothes, fedora hats, kisses and Parisienne cigarettes and you´ll know what i´m talking about.
I might not be in Paris yet but sometimes a good movie, french fries, milkshakes, a few cigarettes
and love between the sheets is enough happiness for a girl like me.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
She wants to act like summer and dance by the sea.
Kelley Ash and Ali by Harper Smith
Lou Doillon and Jessica Joffe by Vanessa Bruno
-We are music makers. And we are the dreamers of dreams.
Wandering by lone sea-breakers. And sitting by desolate streams.
World losers and world forsakers. On whom the pale moon gleams.
Yet we are movers and shakers. Of the world for ever, it seems.-
World losers and world forsakers. On whom the pale moon gleams.
Yet we are movers and shakers. Of the world for ever, it seems.-
This week i´ve been thinking of the sea.
Of how good it makes me feel whenever i´m overwhelmed by nostalgia and melancholy.
Such beautiful loner, a constant inspiration that keeps so many secrets and whispers between messy untamed waves.
Sometimes you just need the sea.
You just feel like closing your eyes, spreading your wings and taking deep breaths in front of him.
You love that moment when you both meet, each time it´s different but equally special , monotony fades and there´s a sense of escape, of hope where the horizon flirts with the sky. I know it´s a cliché but he never fails to keep my soul free, young, wild and awake.
The sea is so alive and wise, he constantly invites you to be an adventurer and sail in high winds. He gives me strength, he makes me happy.
It´s his whimsical enchanting mood that always makes me smile with my lips or my eyes.
These beautiful pictures proved the sea has a magical effect. They persuaded me and once again, i fell in love with him.
I travelled in my mind and felt like a mermaid married to the sea.
I danced barefoot in fluffly pastel dresses, mesmerized by his gentle touch, singing lullabies while my hair tangled up in the wind and my toes played with the sand.
I recited poetry under a lavender sky, the water listened carefully and for a moment she washed off nostalgia from my heart.
I remained silent and watched my dreams floating on the sea. I guess i often swim in my head but i always prefer his company.
Recently i heard that ´nostalgia is denial. A flaw in the romantic imagination of those people who find it difficult to cope with the present´.
That might be right but it does not have to be bad.
Nostalgia also keeps me alive. It keeps me hungry for better things to come.
Of how good it makes me feel whenever i´m overwhelmed by nostalgia and melancholy.
Such beautiful loner, a constant inspiration that keeps so many secrets and whispers between messy untamed waves.
Sometimes you just need the sea.
You just feel like closing your eyes, spreading your wings and taking deep breaths in front of him.
You love that moment when you both meet, each time it´s different but equally special , monotony fades and there´s a sense of escape, of hope where the horizon flirts with the sky. I know it´s a cliché but he never fails to keep my soul free, young, wild and awake.
The sea is so alive and wise, he constantly invites you to be an adventurer and sail in high winds. He gives me strength, he makes me happy.
It´s his whimsical enchanting mood that always makes me smile with my lips or my eyes.
These beautiful pictures proved the sea has a magical effect. They persuaded me and once again, i fell in love with him.
I travelled in my mind and felt like a mermaid married to the sea.
I danced barefoot in fluffly pastel dresses, mesmerized by his gentle touch, singing lullabies while my hair tangled up in the wind and my toes played with the sand.
I recited poetry under a lavender sky, the water listened carefully and for a moment she washed off nostalgia from my heart.
I remained silent and watched my dreams floating on the sea. I guess i often swim in my head but i always prefer his company.
Recently i heard that ´nostalgia is denial. A flaw in the romantic imagination of those people who find it difficult to cope with the present´.
That might be right but it does not have to be bad.
Nostalgia also keeps me alive. It keeps me hungry for better things to come.
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