November rhapsody.

The wind sounded sweeter yesterday. Now it's just rusty leaves harmonizing together in sadness, slowly...carefully, as if not to disturb the clouds...not to disturb the silence.

I always thought that november was magical. The way the sun kind of dies, leaving the sky gray, leaving us in doubt.

The way i can smell fear better this time of year. People are oddly transparent when they're worried...times are bad, i guess everyone is worried.

There aren't many pretty things left around, november is honest. Nothing is over decorated, nothing is flashy, nothings screams something false! I guess, life is...as it is...

Parcs settle me, the emptiness is cosy, it's familiar, it's real. Headphones make the best companion.

What will you be hearing in yours? What are the sounds, the tunes, that match life?

Do you have your own rhapsody?

Break from myself.

Oh how i enjoy being someone else. The simple thought of waking up and doing something the world would not hold me responsable of, is divine.

Now, i'm no master of words, i'm no fan of unexplainable metaphors, loud pompous talk for little, petty actions, but i am a fan of lieing through them. Not to someone's face. Like this. This is my guilty innocent pleasure.

Virtually, i consider it wise and almost sensual. In real life, total turn-off:))

What are you doing when the spotlight is not on you?! What is there behind the curtain, for you?

P.s. Even girls with broken smiles cand have a laugh. :)

P.s. 2 No photo today, it's late and i'm not in the mood.

Paper bags.

Imagine that, in a parallel universe, we would all have to walk around with paper bags on out heads. 

On each of them, our biggest sins will be written. Scary, huh?

Don't worry, it's a universe in wich we're all blind.

What will your paper bag say? 

Trashy.

Let's talk trash. 

Closer, the movie. It taught me that when you cheat, you deserve what's coming to you! It has my all time favourite "get the hell out" conversation! Here it is, read it and weep:)

Anna: We do everything that people who have sex do! 
Larry: Do you enjoy sucking him off? 
Anna: Yes! 
Larry: You like his cock? 
Anna: I love it! 
Larry: You like him coming in your face? 
Anna: Yes! 
Larry: What does it taste like? 
Anna: It tastes like you but sweeter! 
Larry: That's the spirit. Thank you. Thank you for your honesty. Now fuck off and die, you fucked up slag!

Genius! Now, i ask you... How many cruel goodbyes have you had? :) 

What is that level of intensity that shakes you world? 

Slow...

...motion, see me let go!

Imagine you're this rose. I don't particullary like roses, i think they're pretty corny. Beautiful, but oftenly used to cover up lies, or stand for meaningless happy birthday's. Anyway, i'm missing the point:)

You're a rose. You're something fragile. And like anything that breaths on the face of the earth, you'll die. Death is the only certainty you have. 

What do you want to think of in the last seconds? What would make death...sweeter? 

I'm in a Paris state of mind...

I have weaknesses. Paris is the word that makes my knees shiver and melt. I turn into a 16 year old teenager, blush and lose my sense of reality. 

I've never been much of a romance enthusiast, yet Paris changed me. I don't care how corny you think it is, i don't care how many of you blame Paris for cheap, meaningless acts of love! 

You have to embrace its spirit, and never question the rush it gives you! 

But, since this is a place for questions, i ask you:

How much romance, is too much romance? When does it get too sweet? 

And now, a classic:

"Quand il me prend dans ses bras 

Il me parle tout bas, 
Je vois la vie en rose. " (Edith Piaf, La vie en rose)

Remember Casablanca.

"We'll always have Paris.." (Casablanca)

A statement made not to remind how amazing Paris is, but to assure that their love was eternal. 

I recommend you see Casablanca, if you haven't done it already. Crawl under a blanket, hold a hand if you have one to hold. If not, hold yourself close, and hope closer. 

Question of the day is:

Who among you, really feels they have their own Paris to hold on to?