Saturday, 23rd of September 2017
I’ve been reading some poems from the Sophia de Mello B. Andersen, she writes ethereally about the sea and life. Her poems makes us part of this immense world of magical sea creatures, sparkling corals, colorful shells and bubbling deep waters of the sea. I wish I could have more time to write, to be close to nature, to get in touch with myself that I am lately. This is causing me a terribly damage on my emotion state, my late work stoles all my energy and I just feel like sleeping every time I am returning home. Lately, I am in-between of everything.
Monday, 24th of October 2016
I am always very surprised with myself in the early hours of the morning, everything is so unfamiliar and yet, how many times was I born to live in this insipid place? With my eyes closed, I open the doors that lead me to the olden and shabby corridors which once I was verily acquainted, endless corridors that used to lead me to wonderful and secret places. I close my eyes to listen the distant Schubert and frame these memories in a secure place that I call heart.
Ingredients that will turn my week into a meaningful one: beautiful hairdos, vintage dresses, books, tea, forgiveness, self-esteem, love, flowers, creativity and quietness.
A place where I like to rest my eyes.