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“Every time you feel lost, confused, think about trees, remember how they grow. Remember that a tree with lots of branches and few roots will get toppled by the first strong wind, while the sap hardly moves in a tree with many roots and few branches. Roots and branches must grow in equal measure, you have to stand both inside of things and above them, because only then will you be able to offer shade and shelter, only then will you be able to cover yourself with leaves and fruit at the proper season.

And later on, when so many roads open up before you, you don’t know which to take, don’t pick one at random; sit down and wait. Breathe deeply, trustingly, the way you breathed on the day when you came into the world, don’t let anything distract you, wait and wait some more. Stay still, be quiet, and listen to your heart. Then, when it speaks, get up and go where it takes you.”
― Susanna Tamaro, Follow Your Heart

The Path of Thorns

 

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I’ve been collecting slowly illustrations from my favorite artists! This one is called the Path of Thorns, by the talented Sandra Hultsved, see her beautiful work here . I truly love the dark forest, the dramatic and haunting atmosphere around the lonely lady: she is about to face the dark night of the soul, will she succeed?

The Enclosed Garden

11th of September 2016

 We hold in ourselves a suspend place called the enclosed garden. Is fairness is made of sparkling roses, gentle moss and elegant little ivies. Our soul knows keenly this place, full enchantments, because every time she faces a war, it is here that she returns to revive. Mine has been there for a while: bathing in roses, eating the magic from starlights — healing. Now, she breathes profoundly, she is genuine and pure again. She is not covered with the mantel of fears that we all wear. She let it fall into the floor to become moss, and than earth.  She wears now a translucent dress made of hope, mercy and crystalline grace.

 

Carmilla

“For some nights I slept profoundly; but still every morning I felt the same lassitude, and a languor weighed upon me all day. I felt myself a changed girl. A strange melancholy was stealing over me, a melancholy that I would not have interrupted. Dim thoughts of death began to open, and an idea that I was slowly sinking took gentle, and, somehow, not unwelcome possession of me. If it was sad, the tone of mind which this induced was also sweet. Whatever it might be, my soul acquiesced in it.”

J. Sheridan Le Fanu

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August

                                                         30th of August 2016

Dear Diary,

I wonder: we walk, laugh, grow, and one day we get older! We walk in circles, we walk in inverse processes: today we are younger than tomorrow. We live a lifetime to find out that the contradictions and opposites of this life are too the foundations. Right now, I am inside of an old house: the glass windows are broken and outside I see a garden, a garden that challenges the humanity!  And everything I do is perhaps too.

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The Allure of Flowers

 

 

The Allure of flowers in victorian era: I made a brief video to illustrate these gone days.

Soon, I will be talking about the secret universe and language of flowers in Victorian Era, on Flanêur. I hope to spend a nice day surrounded by others who share the same admiration for the curiosities of this period.