So don't leave me here with only mirrors watching me, this house it holds nothing but memories...

Le ballon rouge!

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7437804619468513207

This is one of the sweetest and most nostalgic movies I've ever watched! It's so amazing, it made me really melancholic at some moments, but the ending is so dreamy and surrealistic! It is actually a short film movie, yet it seems so full of meanings to me!

Oh, how I wish I were a ballon at times...

*****

Have you ever collected flower petals

and captured them into a little jar?

Mmm, it smells like flower jam!

Oh, the lights are escaping...

...as I'm trying to light my cigarette

behind the blurred and cold image

of the mirror.

So, that's all for now. A really short post, with some random photos of mine I took in my bedroom while being really desperate about doing something creative instead of being bored and doing nothing... I' ve also recently started making collages, using old newspapers, cards and I'm now thinking of using dried flowers,ribbons and other simple yet beautiful things- I'm actually decorating notebooks, making them more surrealistic and pleasant. For me, it's a creative form of expression too and I really enjoy doing it, but it requires pretty much time in order to find the suitable pictures and newspaper pieces to match with each other...

Oh, and I've tasted strawberry cotton candy! It's so delicious!

Anyway, I must be off now...

Adieu et je vous souhaite bonne nuit xx

I don't know where I'm going but believe me I know why, and I don't know what love is but I know how to prove it...

...say you love me, say you hate me...

Tuesday night my friends and I went to the dazzling concert of a band called

Raining Pleasure.

Walk with me in my strange life

I've no things to show and no things to hide

Life is fair and this blooming game

Will go on and on and on...

A bunch of children, around the age of 5 0r 6,

were also attending the concert,

whom I found really adorable, despite the fact I don't really like children.

I was actually trying to figure out their emotions,

their thoughts and dreams

while being dazzled and absorbed in the music...

Failed in trust got sunk in pain

obsessed with love and clouds and rain

lives collapse and this fucking game

goes on and on and on...

It was one of those nights you wish it would never end.I can still listen to their music in my head!At times, it was actually like a chaotic melody that only comes from the deepest of your mind, so wonderful yet unbearable at some point. Or at least, that was what it seemed to me...

So, I guess that's all for now. That was such a short post, but I really need to leave, as I have to study (oh my, it's so late at night now, i really feel like an idiot when i do this to me -staying up until really late and waking up early in the morning in order to finish my studying-but now I just couldn't help but post these photos here, I didn't want the memories to fade. If so, it wouldn't have any point for me to share them...)

Good night, everyone, I really hope you are less self-torturing than me

Adieu xx

Always, no, sometimes think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream...

...I think, er no, I mean, er yes but it's all wrong. That is I think I disagree.

This is the shadow of myself.

Wandering deep inside me,

it craves for my dreams

and kills my passion.

*

Sometimes I feel like smoke,

visible yet so immaterial.

My body, my heart,

my feelings and soul.

My life.

Everything.

Unlikely to be touched.

***

Sometimes

I wish I could leave,

I wish I could love,

I wish I could be different,

I wish I could change into a million things.

But in the end

all that is left

is stil me.