domingo, 21 de agosto de 2011

go some place where noone knows your name


 




songs that go with my morning coffee and the solitude of midnight hours.
tomorrow I might escape to the sea. my eyes are craving for an endless sight, my ears are longing for nature's soothing sounds.
sometimes the heart needs a proof it's free and the soul needs to feel it's one particle of the glimmering universe. 

segunda-feira, 15 de agosto de 2011




winter has been a day and a day and a day so far. 
long dresses touching her ankles, train rides, reading herman hesse on the mustard couch, getting dizzy from looking into the night sky's for too long, quiet songs on the guitar, candy cotton kisses and shimmering hair.
something had fallen asleep somewhere between the floral sheets, morning croissants and the mayan calendar, something so transcendental they couldn't put a finger on it so they just kept going, hoping that it faded soon. 
it had to, there was no fighting a translucent idea of a ghost that was constantly in the room. 
the power of words had come to an end so there was just going on, making the candy cotton kisses a little sweeter and hoping it would fade. 
maybe it were the walls that seemed to get closer, maybe it was the sun that behaved like a shy ballerina, maybe it was that they felt themselves leaving long before they ever did. 
they were still wild and free. they just wished for a place where they could feel it a little more. 
maybe if we went to marocco, everything would be just fine. 


it's not that we're scared it's just that it's delicate

domingo, 24 de julho de 2011

we feel by the moon





i was dancing around the room with swedish tunes. 
when noone is looking.obviously 
and now i have lot of empty papers are to be filled with dissertations and nietzsche is a grumpy old man, I want to pull his beard .
 Oh, and right now i also have glitter in my coffee which is weird and pretty by all the way.

sábado, 16 de julho de 2011

head back to the milky way


     i'm feeling like walking on clouds and losing control over my thoughts which was kind of refreshing and probably strange for everyone who encountered me because I felt like sharing visions on disco ball nightskies and confetti freckles.
now it is tea time, sleep is near and I'm eager for the nocturnal visions the dreamcatcher is flooding me with lately.

quinta-feira, 7 de julho de 2011

live outrageously and dance among the stars.

 
                                               I'm holding july like a treasure.
       i'm telling myself that now is the now and still, I find myself looking at horizons and 
                                                    building   castles in the sky.
       the clock hands are waving goodbyes to forgotten times but there is no tears in farewell,just glances and over cups of milky coffee and as soon as the flowers have dried I will pin them at my walls. they don't even lose their colour.

quarta-feira, 6 de julho de 2011

when i lost my head i found my heart

photographs are a flee point too, and everything that can make me fell running with the stars, i'm doing.. so, now i have ANOTHER HAPPY PLACE . i hope you guys enjoy.

sexta-feira, 1 de julho de 2011

I am still here. just somewhere else.



what I love about the sparkling universe we're in is how inspiration is in a constant state of flowing.
you're inspired, you inspire.
you give and it comes back to you.

terça-feira, 28 de junho de 2011

domingo, 26 de junho de 2011

I sing like a siren/ but I don't think you hear me



I know dreams are for dreamers and dreamers often lie.
I had a dream last night in which I am drying flowers in an old house by the seaside and I sunk my heart to the bottom of the sea because love grows on the moon and the moon always changes.
I have a feeling in me all the time that tells me to run away.
I dream of seashores and treehouses or a cottage where I would grow my own vegetables and the fragrance of lavender would fill the air.
then I think, if I had got there, I would still get the urge to be somewhere else, a different view from the window, different people to talk to.
some are nomads and we carry this feeling, no matter how far we go.

terça-feira, 10 de maio de 2011

I should say thank you more often.

I felt like blowing some bubbles your way and saying late night-thank you.
thank you for climbing up here now and then (this place is something like my virtual treehouse), reading and sending beautiful words my way.
I don't even know why I have a blog but I know it is a happy place.

so good night lovers,
happy dreams and even happier daydreams to you.

quarta-feira, 4 de maio de 2011


regina spektor is an artist that really strikes me with her exceptional and daring tones that are so far from mainstream you could almost call her work avant-garde. with music so quirky yet pure it seems as if emotion had been bottled and directly pressed onto an lp.
go here and listen to some of her new songs (I really like "laughing with").

segunda-feira, 2 de maio de 2011






 spent most of the day reading and taking notes on literature.
people always think my greatest passion is fashion when really, it rivals with literature and theatre as the loves of my life.
I love how they create alternative realities, something I totally see in fashion too.
poets and playwrights express themselves in their work and show their take on the world by filling a stage or pages of a book with words and pictures of their like.
with fashion this is just another facet where you can bring your inside out and add your reality to what is considered the 'common reality'.
I never understood people saying you can´t wear something because it isn´t right at a certain occasion. if it is right for me and I live in this world, isn´t it right then?
if you can´t follow my brain here don´t worry, this is what a day in the pages and too much caffeine does. I´m also vibrating.

domingo, 1 de maio de 2011

sun.day



right now everything feels so fragile and delicate I hardly dare to move.
as a friend of mine wisely noted these days:
we are the kind of lost girls that need somebody to save them sometimes.
we should be in the middle of a blooming spring sensation right about now but really, is better i count my freckles as they  grow

sábado, 30 de abril de 2011



there's nothing like knowing who you are and feeling your very existence running through every fibre of your being. The sun was gaining strenght and don't left space for sad thoughts.
i've been riding my friend's old bike throught the saturday morning scenery and everything is so full of scents and lights. I want to raise my hands, feel the energy. My heart was pulsating but in the same time  so light, so light.
 and i just want starting something today, like a floral alphabet so I can see places and pick up flowers on the way.

sexta-feira, 29 de abril de 2011

Find some beautiful place to flee, and don't worry with who you love .They will understand that you just had to go