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.

Midnight surrounds you with moonlight, makes you proud, last night oh we were running around...

A Sunday walk in the city, makes a silent post full of dreams and expectations though, as i' ve run out of lyrics, but got plenty of photographs to share...

Wouldn't you love to live over there?

Having a spectacular view of a strange town, spread right down your feet...

And as the night gets darker, it carefully and secretly covers all the lights, our brightless faces and lives, and all the beautiful things around us that we pass by, without taking a simple look at, even though they crave for our attention...

Images of broken light

which dance before me like a million eyes

That call me on and on across the universe

Thoughts meander like a restless wind

inside a letter box

they tumble blindly as they make their way

across the universe...

(by The Beatles)

Au revoir à tous et à toutes xx

I'll sing of the usual spin, getting sadder and older, oh love

Marching to the sea

their dreams stay in the shadows
their dreams stay firmly rooted in the shallows

See the scraping sky

See my destination there tonight

See the scraping sky

Far beyond the shallows

Far beyond the reaches of the shadows

Let's go and sit by the seashore!

It's really beautiful at this time of the year...

...mid - June...

...the sea is waiting for us!
Where are you, my lover?
What melody will lead you back home?

Haven't you seen the swimmers yet
playing with their own shadows?
The reflection of themselves
has always been the best way to gamble their time on,
and the reflection of their lovers

the best possible way to gamble their lives on.

Sea Within a Sea

Some say we walk alone

Barefoot on wicked stone no light

and sanctuary found never waits around awhile

I have seen the waves breaking onto the rocks

while trying to hug them...

and felt 'the wind in my hair,

a flood in my tear'

How the wave runs wild!

Though youth may fade with boyhood´s cares

New fear will catch us unawares

I know it will...

******

Photos by me, except the one my hair shows, which was taken by my friend... They were all taken in the beach near my grandmother's house - I paid her a visit this weekend with my family and best friend. The words in the italics are from the 'Sea within a sea' song by The Horrors, rest mine ('What melody will lead you back home' was inspired from the 'Cliquot' song by Beirut actually!).

School is over at last, however that doesn't really mean I'm going to rest until September the 11th,I think, that school starts again. I'm going to study quite hard -I'm supposed to,actually, but I'll try to make it anyway-to prepare myself for the final exams that I am to sit in less than a year, in order to enter the University (I want to study primarily Psychology and then Drama and Art in general). I feel like having lots and lots of things to do, learn, feel and offer in my life, and this final school year will be harsh but totally decisive in those prospects of mine...feeling like life gets shorter and shorter however long my dreams and needs are getting day by day, a dead-end that seems to be created in that dream-maker maze of my mind...

*****

Set your sail now, it's time we left...

Au revoir à tous et à toutes xx