Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes and she's gone, a girl with kaleidoscope eyes...

Quand il me prends dans ses bras,
il me parle tous bas, je vois la vie en rose.
Il est entre dans mon coeur, une part de bonheur

donc je connais la cause...

...et des que je l'apercois, alors je sens en moi

mon coeur qui bat.

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Oh, hoorey, I'm back again... it's been quite a long time since my last post. Hmm. I wasn't really in the mood of sharing things, nor am I now actually. I quite missed it though... That's why I came back.

Anyway. It feels like I have went back in time the past few days, as I've cought myself only listening to french and jazz songs of the 30's to the 50's, reading poetry of the same period and watching old movies, mainly French ones... It is so interesting the way past can always influence our present lives...
So, yesterday I was back from my grandma's house, where I took the chance of photoshooting after a quite long time. That made me realise how much I missed taking photos and how much I want to start using a camera with black and white film! But again, I can sense a HUGE lack of time, spirit and inspiration which drives me quite crazy... I just want this terrible mess to end... I can't help feeling unable to cope with any single difficult and inconvinient situation! I just want to leave and disappear, I can't help feeling so vulnerable...
Whatever...

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green towering over your head...

I wish 'Lucy in the sky with diamonds' was written for me! How I wish I were Lucy! That girl with the kaleidoscope eyes...

...trying to get over the glass wall she's created between herself and rest of the world...

And that's my best shot, I think. That carousel makes me feel like endlessly spinning around myself, with no purpose, no motivation, just because that' ll never make me think again. I just want to rest... and stop harming myself. Anything I wish for does me no good. It's hard and I'm too coward to try. I'm weak... and wish things come my way at last. I can't help feeling that terribe rejection of anything ,even of myself...

I'm tired, I'm weary,

I could sleep for thousand years.

A thousand dreams that would awake me,

different colours made of tears...

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However depressive it may sound, I wish everyone a happy, true, inspirational, full of love and stars and health above all, new year!

Just achieve your goals. Remember, it is only our lives that we are living, not anybody else's.

Just our lives...

De l'endroit où je suis on voit les bras de la mer qui s'allongent puis renoncent à mordre dans la terre...

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Sometimes

I feel like hiding under my bed
and never coming out again.

Somebody

once told me to hide under there
-just because I felt afraid-

until everything is over.
I would hold flowers then

and spread them all around.
It would all be over then,

wouldn't it?

Dearest all,

you have known so far

my passion for light and darkness.

I'm more than sure you know

that nothing exists without the light,

but light can not be proved

without the darkness.

It wouldn't reflect on the clouds,
or would stars shine the same

if it wasn't for the darkness

of our solemn universe?

Are feelings and hopes and dreams

and passion and everything that is impossible
the light in the darkest of our soul?

Can we see ourselves through that dark,

using the lantern of our feelings?

Oh, how I have always been chasing the light

either to hide,

or melt, or shine!

You see, I always had

the conviction that

only by hiding behind the light

can I have all of my

imperfections
vanished.

But what if

I have only been hiding in the dark so far

-the dark of my dreams and hopes

and everything that seems impossible to me?

What is so wrong with me, anyway?

Why couldn't I ever
touch that fragile portrait of myself,

why is it that nobody ever

searched for the glass world

I created in my dreams?

Was it the dark that closed off that way?

Couldn't I stop

touching that false image of myself

to only feel the rejection I can sense?

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-What are you afraid of?
-I'm not afraid of anything.

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(I'm sorry for the extended self portraits- it makes me feel quite egocentric looking at it, but I only realised the plethora of my face after finishing the post!I hope it doesn't look that boring and repetitious to you as it now seems to me!
Anyway, I wish everyone is fine and has a more magnificent time than I do! It's difficult to cope with school stuff as the requirements grow harder and harder and my willingness to compromise with the fact that I really-need-to-concentrate-on-my-studies-instead-of-daydreaming-and-grouching-about-everything gets lesser and lesser.Plus, I realised how much I want to study Art and devote the rest of my life to it... but I don't know exactly what I want to do. At least I have lots of options to choose from: cinema, theatre, painting, photography... I wish I'll get the chance to do all of them-one thing I'm determined to do in my life is to fill it with the most exciting things I can possibly do. I don't want it to be wasted in monochrome habbits and rituals, as many people end up doing... -maybe this is one of my most positive thoughts and prospects,as most of the time I feel pessimistic and negative! Or at least, that's what I have been told...)

So, watching 'Arizona dream' -an amazing film by Emir Kusturica, with its soundtrack composed by Goran Bregovic- the other day made me really want to...

...build my own flying machine in 5 simple steps:

''I've never built a flying machine before,

but how hard could it be?''

... and learn how to play the accordion

(I have always wanted to, actually)!

''I'm ok, I'm just...

just stacking cars.
It's too late, the dream's over.
I've got to start climbing...
It's a long way, Axel,

It's a long way to the moon...''

''I want you to have
the world.''

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That is all for now, my dear readers, I wish I could stay more and spend some time searching the web in order to find instructions and useful tips on how to build a flying machine myself (Johnny Depp is, by the way, another good reason of watching that incredible movie- I wish he could build that flying machine for me, too). But the more I close my eyes and dream, the more time shrinks and shrinks, without me being able to follow it or even get lost in it...

Anyway,

adieu

dear dreamers xx

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ps: Wouldn't it be amazing to own a flying machine and travel all around the sky on sunny evenings, through the fluffy clouds, above the sunset and the mountains?

Days, months, then years go by, the outside world seems so dull that Amelie prefers to dream her life until she's old enough to leave...

Some are used to play with the fire.

Some know how to walk on their stilts

being barefoot and holding burnt candles like flowers,

wandering around the silent streets, on hopeful nights...

Some, just know how to fall.

Long live the Street Theatre!

It fills our nights with its passionate flames,

the gap of our emotions gets replaced by childish astonishment

we all become the poets of our forlorn feelings

and gypsy performers of melancholy tricks...

''-You know, that girl with the glass,

maybe she's thinking about someone.

-Somebody on the picture?

-No.

Rather a young man she saw some place else.

She feels like they're the same, the two of 'em.

-She prefers to imagine a relationship with somebody who's away,

than to create bonds with

those who are there?

-No .

Maybe she's doing everything she can to sort out other people's lives.

-But her ?

Her life,

who's going to take care of that?''

Let's get ourselves burnt up!

Swinging on a candlestick...

you know I was waiting for you.But it was your shadow

that has been roaming the alleyways

of our magical, fire-lit town,passing quickly by me.

It has only been your shadow, so far,only your shadow...

-I'd like to know more.

-Ask me questions.

-What doesn't a swallow make?

-A swallow ? A summer.

-And clothes? -The man.

-When the cat's away . -The mice will play.

-Slow and steady . -Wins the race.

-A rolling stone . -Gathers no moss.

-He that will steal a penny . -Will steal a pound.

-Out of sight . -Out of mind.

-Not bad! -More ?

Όμορφη πόλη, φωνές μουσικές....

(Beautiful town, musical voices...)

''I think that those who know the proverbs can't be bad persons.''

adieu

(photography taken by me, words too except the ones in th italics, coming from the 'Fabulous destiny of Amelie Poulin' movie)

One should never listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and smell their fragrance...

What my feelings for you are right now

ain't but a shadow of myself

smoking a cigarette.

What your feelings for me are

but a hand holding the cigarette.

Visible and material yours,

yet so nonexistent mine.

Is this what it truly is?

For smoke may drive me blind

and sight's the only sense that's left to me.

Just hold me,

don't ask me to do so too,

maybe I'll be a burden

trying to find the rest of my senses in you.

Do not show me any way,

unless you are willing to wait.

Let me lean on you

and place my head on your shoulder.

Don't ever make this drive end...

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Shall we go get lost down the lost highway?

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J'aime bien les couchers de soleil. Allons voir un coucher de soleil...

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(I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset... )

Don't ever get tired...

Learn to live, learn to love

Learn to feel happy

Learn to recognise

Where the joy lies

Learn to sing, learn to move

Your foot tapping on the side

You've been watching them

For all of your life

And don't let those moments

Pass you by

You set your slightest step

To the inside

It's another year

You're still around

Can I touch you to make sure

How you tire of waiting for me?

Don't ever get tired

Of waiting for me

I' ve been wanting to

All this time

You set your slightest step

To the inside

I've been wanting to

All this time

You set your slightest step

To the inside

(lyrics by Tindersticks,

photo by Robert Doisneau)

I remember they were sitting on the strawberry swing, every moment was so precious, wouldn't wanna change a thing

(such an imaginary photo by Tim Walker)

''...and I know I was wrong,

but I won't let you down,

yeah, I will, yes, I will...

Hmm, some piano music's swinging around my bedroom,

some kind of strange dreams are pretending to sleep inside my head;

I know they're going to wake me up again this night,

however tightly I sleep...

Well, let me introduce myself to you.

I am a magician.

I can give birth to plenty of beautiful things:

using beads,strings,cords and my imagination,

I make jewelleries that speak of fortune.

I can also make flying butterflies out of wire

and dried-flower jam.

But above all,

I can catch stars through my mirror,

using my shadow.

''...and I saw sparks, yeah, I saw sparks...

I saw sparks...

Sing it out... ''

....La la la la la la...''

It' s funny how you can make beautiful, unpredictable and so original things
just by using your hands!Funny, yet so magical.

You only need to trust yourself,your own abilities

and imagination.

Inspiration comes out of million things:

love, friends, memorable events, nature, flowers,

clouds, sun, beautiful artworks, literature, needs, feelings...

Personally, inspiration for me is this insurmountable need of

expressing the most inevitable feelings of mine,

through different ways!

And I love that.

''I'm so high, I can't look back,
I'm waiting for what comes next

You can't live this life for me

But I can't, you have control

I can't last, tonight turns to day

I can't find the words to say

It all stops when kingdom comes

You can't, I hear you walking ''

Oh, torn flowers will always guide me home.

''But I promise you this,

I'll always look out for you,

That's what I'll do... ''

Piano music still swinging, all night long...

... it's raining flowers tonight!

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I use my stars as lamps,

to light my inspiration...

until its light wears off.

Then, I' ll just need to catch another one,

hoping its light'll last longer...

Ending my black and white post, I'd love to post a few amazing photos I bumped into the past few days:

An amazing David Lynch photograph I immediately fell in love with when I saw it, then a couple of Willy Ronis nudes (I consider nude such a beautiful form of art!) which I loved too. Then, a Billie Holiday portrait which I believe is so stunningly tense! And last but not least, a picture from the 'Strawberry swing' video of Coldplay ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYDwD5X062s&feature=fvw) - I felt so happy watching this video!

Plus, lyrics in italics are 'Sparks' by Coldplay and 'Suddenly' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Rest ones and the photos are mine.

''People moving all the time

Inside a perfectly straight line

Don't you wanna just curve away?

When it's such…

It's such a perfect day

It's such a perfect day''

(Strawberry swing lyrics)

It would only be me the one to wonder whether to say goodnight or not.

It will always be.

adieu mes ami(e)s

I don't know if it hurts, I want to have control..

I can sense a huge blank inside me. The past few days actually. Well, no, since I came back from holidays I feel like that. I do not know what changed, nothing of great significance happened to my life, nothing exciting or different. Everything were so cruelly normal and usual, as they always are.

.....

Maybe I grew up more than usual.

(this is a part of a collage I made, saying: ''I would try to teach children THE UNIVERSE'', ''dream and stars'' and ''rub off THE INFINITY'' )

I wish I were the dreamer I used to be. At times I feel so terribly cynical and rational, which I never was! I can't help making the wrong choices in my life and keep sacrificing my wants. It's always so disappointing...

(an interesting shot, I think, I did during my holidays.edited by me..)

I dunno what makes me write these things here. I just need to talk...

Saturday night my friends and I had a party in the cute ravine near my house (a quite big area actually, with a small stream crossing it, full of trees, flowers and weeds in the middle of some cement buildings, that's what we call a ravine. A lovely place to be...). We had beer, drinks, lots of cigarettes (yes, I broke my records!) and definetely music. We sat on straw carpets and danced among the trees. It was an amazing feeling to be in the middle of no one's attention, yet in the centre of our carelessness, dancing and shouting with friends without being watched over. Just us...

Telling them:

''If I was to freeze time,

it would be now''

and promising to always be like that...

It was a strange night actually. At times I felt so lonely and vulnerable knowing that all these moments will never be mine, instead they'll end up being some 'pleasant memories' lost in time or even be forgotten... Knowing that everything is going to vanish without my permission. It's my life I can't control, not time.

In my mind

And nailed into my heels

All the time

Killing what I feel

I am fused

Just in case I blow out

I am glued

Just in case I crack up

And everything I touch

(all wrapped up in cotton wool

all wrapped up and sugar coated)

Turns to stone

Everything I touch

Turns stone

adieu.

Every option I have costs more than I've got, I guess I'm guilty spreading thin with my love...

Sometimes,

when I find myself between shadows and fire,

I wonder

why the time passes by so fast,

whispering secrets knowingly to me.
Things I can't explain,

but I should.

I can not convince myself to do so.

''I want you to know

when i look in your eyes

with every blow

comes another lie.

You think it's alright...

Can't you feel the knife?''

I guess I can.

Maybe harsher than I've expected.

I'm too old to play with fire.

But I need some light.

Something to help me find myself-

it must be somewhere here.

It's too late,

we need to go home

(home is my journey to life),

we need to catch the time

before it moves on.

It will be really hard to stop

and wait for us.

Me and myself...

Perhaps it won't.

Who's to join me
anyway?

Too old to start, too young to give up.
My head's spinning around melancholy
and fears and dreams and anxiety.
What's the necessity of time?
Perhaps to remind us of our being perishable,
a kind of consumable material
made of stardust.

Each of us is a half-dead,
shot by a bullet
stuck so close to the heart.
We need to spread
our enemies' blood all over
in order to reach our eternal destination,
helped by Nobody.
The bullet is our
melancholy,
and fears and dreams and anxiety.
It will either kill us
or make us stronger about living...

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( song in the italics: 'Knife' by Grizzly Bear)

Adieu mes lecteurs...