Postcards from far away...

When I grow up

I know I'll be living in a forest

-a blooming one.

I will se sitting peacefully on the seat

faeries and pixies made for me.

I'll be talking to my only friends...

...trees and flowers.

Lost into the woods,

I will be chasing elves...

I will be looking for my broken dreams,

my silver tears and my dusty heart

into dumped houses

-it's strange how their doors are always forgotten opened!

And there goes my bedroom!

Among the grass.

Some times it's really cold, you know

so I'm turning on the heat

...but I forgot that's broken to...

like almost everything here, actually!

My swing and that damn door leading to my imagination...

But I'm glad I'll live here.

Far away
from anything and anyone.
I guess nobody will miss me anyway
I'm glad I'll live here...

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Well, that's another kind of a psycho story written by me! Photoshoots by me as well. But the point is that whenever I read everything I' ve posted on that blog, I keep thinking that I might look like a totally crazy and depressive kind of girl, maybe I am a bit of these from times to times, but I hope I haven't been misunderstood in a bad way!

Anyway. Before I start, I want to thank all of you kind bloggers who commented on my previous post, thank you very very much, I really appreciated all of your sayings!

And now, let me say a few words about the place I had the photoshoot. It's in a small and lovely ravine near my house, full of beautiful and high trees, flowers, grass, some paths... and layers! Oh, that was the most surprising find I've ever had in that place! My best elf-friend, who stared in a photograph of the previous post, had already discovered it with her dog (the one who starred in the previous photoshoots too!) and led me there. She was sure I' d find it pretty surreal- I definetely did! Moreover, a small stream is flowing along the ravine which makes the place even more unbelievable- that's because it is surrounded by houses and block of appartments, it's like a miniature forest in a cement area. Whenever my friends and I visit it, I always wish I could live in any of those old, dumped houses, and have the stream flowing along my garden. I'd put a layer there too and spend my whole day reading and daydreming under the shades of the trees... Or even, I'd host tea parties with cakes and chocolate as well, picnics and poetry evenings! I'd cultivate my own food- vegetables and fruits-cosidering that, I' d look like a modern, vegetarian hippie!

Ok, I' m back to reality again. I' ve been currently asking my friends to go on a picnic there but nobody really wants. I was so much enthused about that idea, imagining us having tea and cookies and homemade cakes on a huge sheet laied on the soil, all around the flowers, reading poetry and listening to music, but they were so much realistic about the people passing by (which doesn't really happen often!) and their dogs, the dirt of the ground, the view of the buildings behind the trees... just excuses! They suggested to go on some less popular place or a beach, but how can they expect us to do so when we barely see each other anymore because of school and the exams period coming closer? (Huh, don't worry, I'm not as angry as I sound!) I insist on the idea that it will be perfect and so much surrealistic having a tea party in the middle of another cement town. Wouldn't it?

(Whoever wants to join me in that picinic, do not hesitate to contact me!)

I'm now to show you a photo of my bestfriend's dog (again!) which I can not resist sharing!

He's been digging the ground in order to lay down-as long as my friend and me would sit and read some short stories from a poetry book-and his nose was totally covered with soil! Poor dog, he doesn't appreciate the meaning of poetry!

Hmm, I guess these are the most interesting things that have happened in my everyday life since the last post I had. Plus, I'm really glad to tell you that I' ve started writing poetry myself again ( I used to write some lines some time ago but I gave up feeling stupid with what I was writing) but I'm not really sure if I should name my writings as poems- I'm certainly expressing myself though and that's what makes me happier about it, it's hard at times to keep all of those emotions I have inside me, so I'm writing them down and create my own lines. If I ever write anything in english, I shall definetely share it with you (I think many lines in english actually, but always turn to be written in greek!).

So my dear friends, that's all for now. To end I'm to post the lyrics of a song I really like, 'Katherine kiss me' by Franz Ferdinand, which is the first one in my playlist too. I think it's so romantic and real the same time, expressing so true feelings!

Katherine kiss me

Slippy little lips will split me

Split me where your eye won't hit me

Yes, I love youI mean,

I- I'd love to get to know you

Sometimes I say the stupid things

I think I mean,

I- sometimes think the stupidest things

Do you ever wonder

How the boy feels?

Katherine kiss me

Flick your cigarette then kiss me

Flick your eyes at mine so briefly

Your leather jacket lies in sticky pools of cider blackberry

You glance a ricochet from every alpha male behind me

Eyes Like marbles on a washing machine

I wonder

How the boy feels?

Katherine kiss me

In the alleyway by Jakey's

Jack in the sodium light

Yes, I love you I mean,

I- I mean, I- need to love

And though your opened eyes stare

Bored upon the overflowing pipes above me

TonightI don't mind

Because I never wonder

How the girl feels

(I confess I'd really love to have such a song written for me! I consider that Katherine girl really lucky!)

*****

Something to reflect sun on...

Ask the poppy to guide you to the path...

...leading back home.

*****

Adieu mes amis!