7:55 a.m. I don’t know why I set up the damn alarm clock; I always get up before it rings. My bones ache as hell… and what is this headache? Terrific, let’s go to College-. Emily grabbed her bag and a plastic cup with some old coffee, and exited her place. Well, this wasn’t exactly ‘her place’; it was an old creaky students’ complex. The doorkeeper smiled at her as he did every single day. He was one of those people who, no matter what they say or do, one would never rely on. There was something funny about the way he looked at her, or perhaps it was just her imagination. Continue reading “Velvet dreams II”
She was flying extremely close to the dark wooden floor, she could almost smell it; dusty old oak. The walls were so close to her arms that she could feel them grazing her skin, as if the weary soul that inhabited that mansion was waiting for the touch of her ivory limbs. Painfully slowly, she continued flying until she got to the foot of a staircase covered in a smooth green velvet carpet. After a brief stop she went upstairs, gliding like a half-human eagle. A dark door opened behind her closed eyes; intuition guided her. Continue reading “Velvet dreams I”
I try to wake up, the silence is high. My room is empty, try to actually wake up, I can’t. Sweat. My arms are heavy, as if I was not in my own body, watching the scene from the outside. Small, thin, delicate, soft innocent fingers move, onerous work. I fall in the dark world again, intricate loophole. Monsters of delicacy try to grasp my most hidden thoughts. I open the window, fresh air in my sleepy hair, I jump. I don’t fall. Breathing becomes a conscious work, harder every second that comes, and goes, where has time gone? I scream. Sweating in my warm bed, I open my eyes and think it happened again. Continue reading “Twenty-three: Last day”
I want to scream at everything I do not like. Feel the silence, the loneliness. And I do not know how, I know I will find happiness in being empty and full at the very same time, at the very same intense second.
It was a meaningless Tuesday, 4:00 pm. I found myself staring at a lifeless, dry being. I touched it, and my little finger started bleeding. I sucked it hard and the irony flavour of my blood ran through my mouth. I have always been afraid of this red thick liquid inside us. However, irrationally, I have an unusual, dangerous attraction to it. It blocks all of my senses. Fucking cactus. I do not know why the hell I have one in my room. As in every question I asked myself, I did not have an answer. Continue reading “Twenty-three: Numb Cactus”
“La mode se démode, le style jamais” (Coco Chanel)
What is it about the so-called classics that they never really seem to fade away? Nowadays, epitomized by the Vintage movement, the style representative of those decades between the 1920s and the 1980s has become a must in every wardrobe that prides itself in being more than just a piece of furniture manufactured by a Scandinavian chain. As one of the most well-known fashion icons once said; Fashion will become unfashionable, style never will. We consider that Coco Chanel was, and will always be, right in her judgment about fashion and style; Vintage might be considered fashionable, trendy, cool, chic, snappy… However, regardless of fashion’s demands, its essence will remain timeless. Continue reading “What is Vintage?”
Kindest star that came from a far away land,
I found you where there was no light.
Gazing at a dark sky
my loudest thoughts attracted yours.
The numbnest of nights shone with your light.
Far up in the sky you had to go back,
your pure light I will always lack.
Please, just remember me
and your way down to this again lifeless place.
Good-bye cosmic starlight.
Pure, white, pale, my fair honest blank page. I’ll just pollute you with my dark, fuzzy thoughts; right now… none. Sweet, soft, smooth; my friend-like blank shadow. You are the real creator, you understand, you comprehend, why everything comes to an end. Let me leave you alone in a timeless zone, let me write nothing tonight and switch off the light.