Tuesday, 22 November 2016

Goodness

I choose Goodness. I don't believe in organised religions. I don't believe in politics. I despise the power these two have over people. I believe in Goodness. Truth. The real values of the heart.

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

Is weirdo the new normal?

I miss being the weirdo. At least, back then, you were protected. In this little weirdo bubble that only a few, just like you, had the keys to. 
It seems that nowadays everyone is a weirdo. Is normal the new weirdo? Blimey me, I don't know what normal is. All I know is that I want my bubble back. Bring out the new weirdo, for there is where I belong. Protected. Safe.

Friday, 2 September 2016

How to survive life

Can you feel it crawling in? Is she coming back? My muse, my invisible inspiration that only good stress can bring me? Yeah, you there, there is such a thing as good stress. That's how I survive. I need speed, constant moving, learning at all times, creating, experiencing, creating, living, creating, always Burning Through. It's on my flesh for a reason, a simple reason: my life. 

Thursday, 4 August 2016

Inner Child

Just a few days until I can see my nephews. I need to be surrounded by the little ones who haven't yet been corrupted by this capitalist society that swallows us every single minute of our remaining days.
I have to keep my dreams up high, higher than me, higher than reality. I won't let my inner child die. Ever.
I am a creative, therefore I breathe.

Monday, 9 May 2016

The Ocean, my older brother.


The Sound of the Waves - thy mercy sweetener to these restless souls, o mighty Sea! ⚓️

Mission Recharge

Sunday, 8 May 2016

Such a magical half day today.

I saw the Brighton's glowing sea, my very first from the British Islands. I felt it too, its colourful pebbles, its docile little waves, its dense sand kissed by the low tide waters. Its golden light, its silver reflexes, its liberating breeze.
Mission Recharge had the best beginning I could possible hope for.

The sun was setting and I, what the heck, went to ride the Brighton Wheel to catch those precious crepuscular last rays.
The ride was, to my delight, much longer than usual. My name was cited, or better said, the one from Lady Penelope from Thunderbirds. She fictionally went to a girls' school here. Yep.
I had my very own cabin. Glorious. The views: breathtaking of course. Staying still in my spot: impossible. Too much to admire.
Yet, after getting off, I learned that this evening was the very last for the Brighton Wheel. It'll be gone. Gone. The Brighton's landmark for the past five years. Gone. Turned redundant.
And because of a sudden impulse I got to be there. For its very last time. For my very first time. And ride, ride, and ride some more.
Goodbye Brighton Wheel and thank you.

At night I left the hotel and just followed the music. It brought me to a blues bar where, delighted, I got to experience a cosy live gig performed by Mr. Dave Peabody whom I made friends with and who will help me with further music discoveries back in London.
In that quirky little bar I died and went to Blues Heaven. Surreal atmosphere with all sorts of peeps, some old couples, a loony drunk, three happy drag queens, a few punks and rock and rollers, and even some dapper dandies, all joined together through the wonders of good blues and good booze.

Such a magical half day today.

Thursday, 7 April 2016

My bluebird

I need a cage for my bluebird.
I need an armour, anything to keep him inside. He flies too high, he never rests.
I need a cage for my bluebird.
He got no business going out like this. He doesn't care what I say, he doesn't listen.
I need a cage for my bluebird.
He sneaks up on me with a devilish smile and an extra wing every time.
I need a cage for my bluebird.
But he knows I will never find a single hide.

Charles Bukowski's "Bluebird"

Monday, 25 January 2016

Hauptsache Musik

When she’s sad she listens to music, if she’s happy she listens to music. When she’s numb she listens to music, if she’s thrilled she listens to music. When she’s angry she listens to music, if she’s pleased she listens to music. When she’s bored she listens to music, if she’s bustling she listens to music. When she’s blocked she listens to music, if she’s inspired she listens to music. When she’s like this... she listens to music.
‘I’m starting to see a pattern here…’

Saturday, 16 January 2016

Big Smoke II

Thank you, lovely London and all your daughters and sons I've met in the last months, for welcoming me so heartily. I've chosen my Home well.

It's been a long unconventional road but I have finally arrived where I should had been all of my life. I won't disappoint you, Big Smoking Hot.