“Some women feel the need to act like they’re never scared, needy or hurt; like they’re as hardened as a man. I think that’s dishonest. It’s ok to feel delicate sometimes. Real beauty is in the fragility of your petals. A rose that never wilts isn’t a rose at all.”
“Who hasn’t felt this melancholy, this tiny thing whose origin is unknown to me.”
Poem by Jorge Barbosa, Momento.
Versão Original em português:
Quem aqui não sentiu
que vem não sei de onde.
Um pouco talvez
das horas solitárias
passando sobre a ilha
ou da música
do mar defronte
uma canção rumorosa
musicada com os ecos do mundo.
Poema Momento de Jorge Barbosa.
Letter to Vibeke
Yesterday, I’ve finished my new cards. I’m very happy with the results and now, I finally have a proper Candour Card to offer and to send with my letters or orders.
A beautiful letter from Vibeke came inside of this beautiful box. Everything was so thoughtful that I felt like I was inside of a Jane Austen’s Book.
Finally something inside of me, chaotic and good, allowed me to create these two postponed letters, like Friedrich Nietzsche would said: “You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.” So these are my freshly born dancing stars ready to reach my neglected pen pals.
Spring days are the best, the sun is soft, I see flowers blooming everywhere and sometimes I feel a little breeze that passes by and caresses my skin: everything has its right proportion in this season.
Now and then, I get lost in thoughts: not the happy ones, I must confess, but knowing that the sun is shining and everything is alive, makes me wanna do things and believe in myself.
“Grown-ups love figures… When you tell them you’ve made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? ” Instead they demand “How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? ” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.”
A lovely letter from my dear friend Vibeke.
I’ve a lot of letters to answer at the moment and I’m avoiding it, I guess I’m waiting for the right words to come.
This is my process of writing a letter: gathering different sorts of paper and ephemeras, waiting for words to come, seeking for harmony in every single piece of this assemblage.