Old soul. Young heart.

Thanks to Angela at "Fluent Beauty" for choosing me for her new guest post.
I had the chance to share a little bit of my closet and my universe, here.
I certainly felt love with this invite.

sister of the moon. disco ball girl.

There´s nothing like feathered afternoons amongst chardonnay glasses and blossomed flowers
and husky nights loving by the moon under disco balls to enjoy a new year.
Thoughts of new adventures like colored fireworks. Hopes like tiny mirrors spinning around our free souls.
And a decision of thinking a little bit more with the heart and a little less with the mind this time.
Like the moon, part of me is always hidden away. My heart is wild but also fragile.
Fears are still unpleasant ghosts that haunt me every now and then.
These new days taught me that i need more magic and less ghosts from now on.

"Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre
and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning"

Sylvia Plath is right. I want all that. I´m ready for MORE beautiful things that make my heart pound.
Dance under colorful mirrors and even learn how to move between those that don´t shine that much.
I want anything that helps me become the person i want to be.
Right now, i´m this girl. If you wanna know who, tiptoe here, into my wild heart and know me a little bit more.

And remember, shine like the moon and go for the magic.
The rest is rust and stardust.

Everything was golden and eternal.

The girl of blonde hair and kaleidoscope eyes got carried away in a celebration where love was the main guest.
Friends, family and a festive universe winking at her was all she needed that day.
When the clock struck midnight, the little girl inside her smiled.
The sky brought fireworks. The stars flirted with the fairylights inside.
She got lost in a labyrinth of unwrapped gifts, naughty mistletoes, wild kisses, loud music
and exquisite bottles of pink champagne which made her say merci beaucoup and je t´aime more than once.
Her wishes played with the cheerful bubbles in her glass. Her dreams danced with the colorful sky.
She lost track of toasts and danced barefoot in a carnival dress until the sun woke up.
When her eyes felt tired, she put on her Holly Golightly sleep mask and dropped on her pillow like a falling star.
The last thing she remembered was a smile on her face.
She felt so lucky. She felt loved.
Everything was golden and eternal. lt was enough.

Sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast

I just love that magical state when you can´t control where imagination goes.
It´s that time of the day when the blue velvet sky cast a spell on your pillow,
wishes and dreams meet and thoughts are hypnotized by the charm of the night.
Reality behaves like a mere spectator in a play and you just try to hang on to that hazy but appealing fantasy.
A fantasy that is in desperate need to speak to you. One that wants to be part of that reality once and for all.
You see, there are nights when the wolves are silent and the moon is the one that howls.
And you realise that impossible things are not that crazy under the stardust.
Sometimes they even become a possibility by the time the eyelashes flirt with the sun.
I guess the heart is never silent. He always speaks, even in your sleep.
Just open your soul, the universe is constantly unfolding in front of your eyes.
Turn can´ts into cans.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.

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.

I'm like Cat here. We're a couple of no-name slobs.

.I´m a dreamer. I love wild things and looking at the sky.
I like milk but prefer coffee and pink bubbles on my whiskers.
I meow fluently in lyrics and movie lines but i ocassionally howl.
I believe in being haunted by the moon, not only today but everyday of the year.
I´m not afraid of ghosts or witches. Failed dreams are what scares me.
I believe in magic. I wish i could live more than one life at a time.

My wild side put a spell on me on Halloween and decided i´d be Holly Golightly, the cat, the no name slob, this year.
Possessed by the Tiffany lover with a fancy cigarette holder in one hand and a glass of milk in the other, i mingled between festive confetti, beer in pumpkins, spooky masks and kaleidoscopic candy. The words you read above were written in a little tag added on my costume.
This way i could just stick to meows and a few trick or treats between whiskered yes and nos most of the night.
Not too much talking needed. After all, body language is what´s so expressive in cats, right?
I also think it felt good when people smiled at the words on my trench coat. It was like an open paper heart out in the universe to be seen.
For a moment i stopped thinking of the girl i wanna be and simply enjoyed the night moving my tail like a restless brush.
Holly Golightly, the cat, made me realise i´m still figuring out who i am. It takes time.
Candy wrappers and fun masks were already asleep on the floor, when the moon whispered in my ear.
"Leave the cage and keep your fears in there for once. There's still a lot of world to see. You´re a wanderer, get lost and find your own Tiffany´s"
See why i love to be haunted by the the moon?
she is so beautiful and wise.

she likes to melt into a corner with her tambourine shaking her dreams repeatedly.

''If you want to find the trail, if you want to find yourself,
You must explore your dreams alone.
You must grow at a slow pace in a dark cocoon of loneliness
so you can fly like wind, like wings, when you awaken"

there´s a girl who dances with the stars too much and gets lost in the sun too often. a girl who, wrapped in veils and playing old melodies
in company of her merry tambourine, reveals her simplicity and anxiety to be constantly happy.
it is the sole sound of that tiny but meaningful word that frightens her the most and makes her doubt if happiness is a luxury that just a few are lucky enough to enjoy. she knows the idea of being wrong or having her heart broken is what truly terrifies her. she usually wants impossible and irresistible things, the kind of things that would become a passion in her life and she wonders if she´ll be able to handle that kind of ectasy.
even when she knows where she is standing right now, she sometimes feels far away from this world.
she is always desperate to make her dreams come true. she wishes they could become real just by batting her eyelashes.
she is the kind of old soul who finds inspiration in a jingly friend and wisdom in a bottle of wine.
she is a ballerina who dances barefoot to the sound of life. she is also a bird who learns to fly wrapped in beautiful floral chiffon clothes.
sometimes she feels haunted by the ghost of the girl she used to be. memory comes rushing over her like a wave and thoughts invade her mind like wild messy hair.
she knows the past was good but she knows it´s better to be seduced by the girl she wants to become.
her dreams and hopeful tomorrows, like glitter on the floor, ready to become a reality flirt with the last chords sang by her friends and the empty bottles of wine.
and all she can think of is how much she wants to bottle happiness forever,
keep it to herself and make it her lux.

“The rock's easy, but the roll is another thing...”- Keith Richards

.Confessions of a vintage girl inspired by Keith Richard´s masterpiece, "Life".

What do you do when you are surprisingly ready for a party and you have some time left? You trip over Keith Richard´s "Life" and you devour it like the first time. Such "literature" feels so familiar when you feel so close to a certain icon like Keith Richards. After all, he is my favorite Stone, kind of my spirit animal whose wild side is is too tempting to resist. This book has me under a spell everytime. It´s such an entertaining, captivating monologue, an arousing, provocative sometimes funny journey through the life of a man who had a guitar for a first love, knew every pleasure, lived many lives in one, experienced everything, denied himself nothing, flirted with most vices, never paid the price and miraculously survived. Pages back and forth make us voyeurs of his magical disturbingly fascinating roller-coaster of excesses, success, sex, drugs and rock n´roll. Nothing boring about that. We get on a turbulent hellbound train chased by cops, by cold turkey or by simple cats wanting a piece of their favorite outlaws in between shows. We become muses of inspirations like Ruby Tuesday, You Got The Silver, Sister Morphine, Wild Horses, Angie, Beast Of Burden, She Smiled Sweetly, Let's Spend The Night Together, She's Like A Rainbow and feel like being called Keith, Pallenberg, Faithfull, Hansen, to name a few. We witness how the Glimmer romance develops thanks to a guitar god named Chuck Berry, we get excited with the birth and rise of the band with the name of a Muddy Water´s song, fall in love and have our hearts broken more than once, visit the most exotic places, lose ourselves in the back of a Bentley somewere between Barcelona and Valencia, start a family, learn how to play an open five-string tunning, drift into heroin along with cocaine and the usual friend, Mr. Jack Daniels, compete and hang out with the fab four every now and then, party with famous models and artists, get high, drunk, inspired, write lyrics and play the guitar day and night, tour for decades, sleep just a bit and experience the heaven and hell of a great artist soon to become a rock legend. After closing the book, the clear thing on your mind is that Keith is no ordinary human being but i guess we all knew that already, right?. I´m quite sure he had a sympathy for the devil thing when he was young and sold his soul many decades ago. I don´t find another answer to his survival after such wild ride.
The good thing is that this beautiful talented son of a bitch is still rocking like a beast. Hopefully, he´ll play Malagueña for many more centuries.

This book got the silver, the gold, anything needed for my heart to pound. Thank god i had read it twice before cause i had to pause it this time. When the boy sees you cheating with Keith, you know it´s time to go. I did pause it but not so soon and here´s the result. He played with the camera for a little while cause he knows he can´t compete with the man on the book cover. I guess, you can´t always get what you want. I needed some Keith to get the party started. Besides, the party wasn´t going anywhere. Well, Keith wasn´t either but that book is so fucking out of this world. You get me, right? If you don´t, why are you still reading this?
Go, get it and rock on!.

I´d rather have flowers in my hair than diamonds on my neck

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow.

She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl.
In our minds, we tried to pin her to corkboard like a butterfly,
but the pin merely went through and away she flew...

Unexpected reflections from reality, restless dreams and haunting sounds of silence keep tangling up with personal emotional rescues,
a perfect kiss, an intoxicating poem, a moving song, a true smile. For me, simple things are a girl´s best friend.
I´m a girl who prefers a headpiece of flowers to a necklace of jewels. A girl who prefers diamonds in the sky where wishes rest near winking lights to a material life with no passion and heart. A girl who prefers drinks, music and a bonfire with friends and family to a glamorous party.
A girl who prefers a classic and dessert in bed with her love to a fancy night out. A girl who prefers a wild spirit that keeps her free to stupid fears that daze and confuse her. A girl who prefers adding the word love in every aspect of life to leaving it out.
Cause lately i´ve realised that love IS all you need.
It´s the thing that keeps you going, what you´ll remember at the end of life. What you gave and received.
So, go on and make love!