Tuesday, March 28, 2017

To you...




I miss you so much.

Today is the anniversary of the day I you died. It’s been eight years since I saw your beautiful, deep blue eyes looking back at me, or feel your touch on my head, caressing my hair. You, the one after whom I was named the one I loved and will always love because I carry you with me, in a special part on my heart.

Friday, March 24, 2017

New Approach


Here’s the thing. I’m going through a creative procrastination phase. Yes, that’s a real thing, so let me elaborate. 

Writing, and I’m counting since I seriously decided to write and learn about the craft, has been my life. To the first waking hour until late at night when I would lie in bed, many times even after lying down, my mind couldn’t stop thinking, exploring, imagining and mentally writing the stories that would get hold of me and wouldn't let go. 

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Neverwhere



There are all kinds of people in the world. There are those who need to be the center of attention, wanting to be admired and they’ll do anything, as long as there is someone to talk about them and their achievements. But there are also those people, who move through life silently, and many times they end up falling between the cracks.

There’s a place for those people, just under the streets of London, and you can’t even dream of it. But Neil Gaiman has, and that’s a book it worth to be read.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Moments






There are those moments when time stops. It slows down and I feel every second passing by, as if in slow motion. Those times life is sinking slowly into my brain, getting deeper through the layers of tissue and nerves, writing down my emotions and feelings like a good old secretary, so none of it will ever be forgotten. 


Those are the moments that life transforms; it changes and becomes a memory.  

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Silence


Do you ever seek silence? And I don't mean just to sit alone in a comfortable sofa, in a semi-lighted room and drink some tasty, red wine.

Silence isn't always about being alone but being at peace.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Machine


The Machine started with a loud noise, showing off its power. It growled and got on with its job, cutting the hair, moving through it fierce and powerful. 

The man pressed it harder against his skin, he moved it up and down, urging it to cut more and faster. He shifted it to and fro, left and right, listening with pleasure to the sound of cutting hair. 

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Take the Wheel


At the end of 2016 I found myself lacking motivation.

I wasn’t in the mood to read a book, even if I was craving for a good story, I couldn’t even write a post, even if the ideas were floating in my head. I was feeling like there was an invisible wall stopping me and just like that I stopped doing all those things that made me happy.  

At first I thought that my day job had gotten the best of me and that was of course the reason I wasn't writing. Then I watched a ted talk about procrastination.