infinite variations of me.

i wish mr. louis carroll couldn t have had his way with me. as he actually did.
(aside).


current music: the souvenir of some buckley's songs.
current mood: unattainable.
current taste: the skin of my shoulder, then my arm.

the kindness of Strangers

saturday night's allright...



(... for finding someone who grasps you by the wrist and takes you around).

-happy easter to everyone i havent reached by now.-



current mood: some tmp.
current music: jeff buckley- last goodbye

fairy nough

headache.
hope some beauty sleep will do.
last night was like this: "la nuit s' éteint/ pour une tete qui s'éveille".
the day have been a flood of random thoughts coming through the weightless drops of me.


current mood: solipsistic
current music: interpol- narc
p.s.: the picture is crappy enough. should have been a chill out. but it turned out a portrait.
salvo: ill email u tomorrow.

torn up.

sewing up my reveries.




(a stitch in time saves 9)

current mood: regretful
current music: auf achse- franz ferdinand.

on hiatus

spring's showing up so wordy.
promises are just attentes & attentes are just promises. no matter who will keep them or dismiss l attente.


things are waiting for summer to come and make them drive .




current mood: comédienne
current music: moloko- fun for me .

the hedgehog dance

everywhere she goes she finds something to play that game.






current mood: aparte
current music: tiromancino_illusioni parallele (?)

playground lover.

i love swings.
who cares?

current mood: a scribbler
current music: evil- interpol

no waste of paint

butterflies fluttering in my belly made my day.
no need for further colors.

black and white are in fool bloom.











(current mood: being a chess player
current music: nina simone_ please dont let me be misunderstood
current smell: white chocolate moisturizer
current taste: liquirizia)

dompteur de mots.

threads of wool in her hand.
doing no harm but to herself.

he calls her the willowy girl.


current mood: busy
current music: miss you- rolling stones

comptine d'une poupée coquine

Chaque nuit en cachette elle s'en va toute muette et court au bal masqué où pierrot le fou amoureux ne danse qu avec elle. d accord mademoiselle. je vous lierai avec une ficelle avant qu il soit minuit au pied de votre lit.



current mood: silly
current music: foxy lady - jimy hendrix

no king will come.

The Pin Cushion Queen

Life isn't easy
For the Pin Cushion Queen
When she sits on her throne
Pins push through her spleen.

(the storyteller is Tim Burton)

it s been a weird day today. i can write on my hands and i can speak in my lungs. hope somebody will understand.


current mood: dazed pierced blurred blank muette sad
current music: sera - casta tereza

my lack of....

......poise



....flesh and blood




....exclusivity



MY sense of playgrounds


(candy pictures by fashion photographer Eugenio Recuenco)


current mood: quixotic
current music:forever more- moloko

i like the game of chess

(you know, you only know), im not that keen, though. just wanna play.
this game of chess.







(jeremy irons and milla jovovic, players, in some donna karan ads.)

current mood: disappointed, pissed off, (*board games suck*).
current music: honey & milk- nick drake

alice's addictions

(+ more addictions)


current mood: awesome + playful + *thankyou*
current music: i'll be your mirror

alice's miseducation

what if she realized the playground she was playing in, colourful, stunning colourful and peaceful and funny and quiet oh so quiet
was to be dismantled and transformed in a public house?
and "footfalls
down the passage which we did not take
towards the door we never opened
into the garden
but to what purpose
disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
i do not know.

other echoes
inhabit the garden. shall we follow?"

of course we do, we shall fall, (and still follow the rabbit).



(current mood: raw and silly)
(current music: know how- kings of convenience)

on the bald streets breaks the blank day

back to my twiceinamonth poise.
and also, i woke up with short hair again in my head. yesterday a boy asked me if i had long fake extensions hair. just because. wish i had the boldness to have it cut off right now. with a very short cutie bang. Adèle-like or Patricia-like, sort of. bye bye beauty, why not?. just as they used to do when i was a little child.


(current music: nina simone- feeling good)

aux yeux qui écoutent.

je veux un caleçon. pas neuf et tout joli.
je veux un caleçon pour me coucher heureuse la nuit et me reveiller au matin sans ennuie.

a perfect circle

every single humour running through my body comes from my womb.
every single stream of my mood, i can feel it in my womb.




(current music:massive attack- karmacoma)

the vanishing words and the hiding numbers

oh shit!

i ve just learned some odd things about the comment system i ve been using on my journal, which are going to screw my page up.

-past comments are counted as a nought. the comments are there ( i mean, if you click the comments link they will pop up): it's just that they're counted as Zero. dunno if this will be fixed any time soon.

-all comments older than 4 months are going to be deleted.zob

ill try to fix it someway.