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.