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!

***

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.