Thursday, April 30, 2009

things to do when you are blue

Be soft, be generous, be tender as a poppy, charming as a lady with long legs and perfect ruby lips, wiggle your toes, fix yourself some candy, look at the blue blue sky and think that someone else is looking at it too. Swing your hips like there’s no tomorrow, think about girl warriors, boy lovers, sailors and crying mermaids. Wear too much perfume, become sassy, become someone else and at the end of the day find yourself again. Pretend you are a movie star, wear sunglasses when you want to avoid looking at people, smile, do not cry, do not cave in, forget forget, fall in love all over again, think of babies, fat babies with pinkish cheeks. Wear a blue shirt, walk barefoot, remember how much you have loved, all the things you have given away, think that somewhere there is someone who is feeling lonely and isolated too, think about your mama’s scent, think of yourself when you were a baby and there was nothing else to do but sleep and dream of sheep. Sing in your car, sing at the top of your lungs, buy some flowers, red roses if you are feeling amorous, white roses if you are feeling innocent. Draw a nymph or two, pretend to be one yourself, think of the magic of mirrors (what a strange thing to have yourself looking back at you!) think of the cartoons you loved when you were a child, dream of better times, pretend to be fine just for a little while, tell yourself you have been and will be loved, loved like it’s the most important thing in the world. stand back and look at the beauty in your house, in your surroundings, try to spot knots in girls’ hairs, remember the tenderness of breasts, the loveliness of girls’ eyelashes. Think of your friends, piece together every detail from the day you met, think of the first time you felt love for them, tell them you love them, even if they will not say it back. Run as if you were running for your life, sit on the floor and do nothing, have a milkshake through a straw and have fun with the thickness and the consistency of it, write on your little love diary, call a loved one, feel how his voice resonates all over you, sending waves of pleasure and pain through your body. Dream of gauzy courtains, porcelain cups, of sugar melting in your favorite tea, think of Paris (we’ll always have Paris, won’t we?) think of your papa’s sad eyes, of your brother’s growth, of how different he seems to be now that he is a man. Paint your eyelashes black, wear powder blush as if you were Miss Marie Antoinette, watch a movie you love, make still frames out of it. Watch the nightsky, dream some more, love some more, do not give up, the blues will go away. Love some more, dream some more.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

The nursery rhymes, the soft tender songs of innocence sung to you as you closed your thin eyelids like you close a heart kept with a lifetime of secrets. The same memory of feeling drowsy for being rocked in the heavenly arms of love, the breezy future, the posibilities, everything that once was and shall never be again. What is the difference now? What have you lost? You still have the limerence, that tender & romantic outlook in life keeping you afloat and abloomed in the darkest moments. You have the songs from the swan lake, the feather white skin, the plush rosebud lips , you haven’t lost a thing, darling mine, you have everything, you have love by your side. As the swans, you mate for life, you give your heart over and over and rarely to things that want you but to things you want to keep forever, still under the night sky you are one of those silly lovers who happen to believe in forever and happy ever afters. Above all earthly riches you want to be in love and you are willing to pay the highest price for the mere posibility of falling in love further, harder, even if it means pain and sadness. Isn’t it marvelous? This glowy state of love, the sparkling look in your eyes, the pale surface of your face blushing blushing to give every secret away, all the mysteries hidden in the lily that is your heart. Surrender, lover, limerence is all you are, there is nothing to hide anymore.

from my love diaries

some lovely nymphs i drew this week

beauty loves

a lovely breakfast i had this week by my balcony

toasts with goat cheese and raspberry jam

sugary coffee

apricot juice

chocolate with almonds
and heartshaped marshmallows

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

swan lake

Sunday, April 19, 2009


this past summer, i went to paris with my dear dear dear dear dear friend isa,
i have been too silly and too busy to post most photographs from paris and she looks too beautiful and dreamy to miss this oportunity

some things about her:
♥ she has the most beautiful pout in the world
♥ she once had a blue blue bird room i loved so much
(everything was blue, even the celiling)
now it's violet and i sure will love it too but i haven't seen it yet!
♥ she can wear ballerina flats like no other
♥ red lipstick looks wonderful on her
♥ she started my long life obsession with juicy tubes and lancome
♥ she has the sweetest tooth i have even seen (apart from mine, of course)
♥ she makes the most adorable and dreamy accesories for your hair and heart
♥ we met in the funniest way and i fell in love the first time i met her
♥ we used to fight over the cocorosie sisters
(which is kinda embarassing now)
♥ she can make a potato sack look glamorous
♥ she beautifies everything
(there is nothing around her without her precious personal touch)
♥ she has the most delicate nymph like torso frame
♥ her lashes are a dream
♥ people say over and over we look alike and think we are brother and sister all the time
♥ i have lifetime of memories of us two
♥ she writes dreamy letters and make wonderful paper cards and cd covers
♥ her gifts and presents are always a treasure

she gave me these wonderful carnations when she left paris