Give me the words,

And put my heart in swords;

Close your eyes and whisper nothing,

Kiss and show me, everything.

Touch my soul once again,

to kiss the sorrow of my pain;

See through my colored mind,

And make me, once again, blind;

Linger your whisper,

Put on my lips, your finger;

Make me yours again,

And set me, in the old chain.

Pull me tight,

Don’t kiss me good night,

Make me suffer,

So that you’ll be rougher;

Hold on to the night,

And don’t let there be light,

Cause light will only show the truth,

That neither me or you, are sooth…

Easter tears


        I wonder how many people look into the eyes of a lamb and see that there is a soul? I find them so gentle, so pure that I could never eat them. I dare you to really look at them, and maybe this year you can save one!

Photo made and touched by me 🙂

I loved this sweet challenge, fifty

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Back to roots





How long has it been since you visited the places where you grew up? The places where the elders still live, where time stood still for a glimpse. Because after you glance the second time at the same place you see that everything is abandoned, and the old houses that you knew are now just ruins. But ruins with so much love, so many stories, so much love, so much laughter but yet so quiet.If I close my eyes for a few seconds in that quietness I can still hear the loudness of our plays, the laughter, the animals, the’s like all is still there and I am back, years later, with a different look but with the same heart. Oh how I wished I could play with all those friends just one more time. To laugh with all my heart. To be a child that has no fears, and just to enjoy life. Oh how much I miss to just play all day long. I still have this in my heart, my roots are there and my soul is in the same place, but the world has changed…

Writing, creating, breathing…


        Writing for me always was like breathing. I dream of things to write about, I wake up with new ideas, and when I put myself to bed I get up because new words and ideas come into my mind. The hard part is to fall asleep because I always have something new in mind. Thinking about it, I had this since I was a child. It was my only way to be myself, to create and feel true. Writing always gave me an escape from the real world that wasn’t so “pink” to me. I created myself a dream world, where I could escape each time I was alone and safe. In my dream world there was laughter everywhere and children had a childhood. Even now as a ” grown up” girl, I still find myself escaping through writing. Or I put out of me feelings that I wish to forget, or moments that I will always cherish. I am a contradiction with a pen who makes is normal. I am a page that will always ad more lines as the days go bye. When I write, I breath…

DP Challenge of the week

France and the simplicity of life


A lovely barefoot picnic at the Louvre Museum


Ever had the urge of reading outside no matter the people around you?


There is no better time, then Now to have a beer and sleep in the sun…


A bicycle, some red wine, fresh baguettes…a french picnic along the Seine


Gossip Girls in the sun…


Sunbathing in high heels…


Everybody has place…


Never alone with a book, near a river


Just tired, now and here


A river with a spice called love…


Who needs a table, chairs to play cards?


Waiting for you…

The thing I loved most in France, was the simplicity of feeling alive, free and loved. Any place was good for running in bare foot, for taking a picnic, for reading a book or playing cards. All you needed was sun and love. Love for life, love for feeling alive, love for enjoying the little things in life.  Let’s all enjoy!