The great scream

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!







I have the need to scream.

Will you hear me then?





I will turn the volume to max.

An under pillow cosmic. . .

(Oh that jazz..)

Under the pillow on my bed, there was a secret world. I found new stars, a big, blue, happy sky and a lot of white fluffy clouds. There was no rain, no dark clouds, no sad days. The Sun was shining all day long!! And the Moon at night was giving the lovers a light to guide their way. The trees were dancing on Louis Armstrong's music, the girls were singing together with him, and the boys were trying to win the girl's hearts. There was no tough silence, there were no salty tears. Everything around was you, me and our beautiful city.

There were no goodbyes or farewell songs.







photo by: Jeffrey Becom

A farewell

And the rain will stop to fall down,
The children will stop to smile,
The flowers will wither one by one,
The dreams will perish in desire.





...I don't want to see you go...



Photo by: J.A. Hampton

Let's do some baking!

Okay...I really CAN'T resist these yummy-made-circles. I need to make my hands dirty and bake some cookies! I even feel inspired for a cute decoration.
Ahh...

Saturday fever

Weddings sure make people happier. These people should go to weddings more often so we could have crazy Saturdays...like last night's. Trust me, we all needed a night like this. Thanks to them, my "recovering from the school start" depression accomplished a new level. Yoohoooo!!

Goodbye, hello

What's up with the summer endings? What's so magical about them that makes everyone so nostalgic? God, I will miss it. The long, sunny and lazy days. The long, insomniac and starry nights. What do I feel now? Absolutely nothing. A big, fat, confusing NOTHING. Where did all the fantasy suddenly go? In the middle of nowhere...in that nowhere where everything started like a hopeless summer story and ended like a fictional children's fairytale. We all have something that is already gone. Something that is simply lost. I lost the summer. My summer.

Hello dear Autumn, make us smile.

Something's missing

I need the old times back. The white papers, the poetry, the colors and the old smiles. I miss them.