Wednesday, May 17, 2023

Starter: Alice Langton Fisher character

A good wine glass in hand hearing music behind a fire on a couch among books and notebook under a warm blanket was a delight.

That was one of these unproductive evenings where rest was essential. She needed that stay in UK to be like a break in her crazy life. A good rest in your real home kind of feeling made her comfortable. Her US life wasn't her liking from time to time. Her roots stayed Uknians and will always be. 

US life was more of a youth's adventure that made her grow into the woman she is today. It ain't regrets but assumed choices. It opened her some opportunities that she never expected as a young woman in her 20.

Living in US is more related to her to hard work and daily life than pleasures leasures and spare time for her. 

Among the books around her, where the whole work of a certain Lord Byron, some chosen pieces of Keats or Percy Shelley.
Her Notebooks are more like sketchbooks where a few words are written but are vividly depicted in white and black drawings.

Time to breath and take care of herself in her Villa where all started where life was holding by a thread at times where all her 20's were made where she chose to be a detective rather than a legal doctor.

All that sumerized in this house this old temple of life experiences. It could have been a place of representation of parties of social moves but it is reserved for her American life. L. A. is the best place to do that. UK is the place of the innermost secrets of the family and old memories.

In one word her two sides reunited as one. 

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Sometimes it is like this panic attack strikes



Brocken heart
Heavy thoughts
You try to not overthink
But all is as it were before

Again and again
It comes back and forth
Before sleeping
You feel you chest in pain
Your breath get faster
You get a panic attack again

All the sudden
You feel you won't pass the night
Your try to find your sleep back
It is not possible right now
The sudden coming is unbearable
Like you didn't expect that

In the morning you woke up
The next day with a whole body aching
You think alright then lets face it
You struggle with evrything
Even with your thoughts

You realize all is hidden
You realize you are alone with that
You realize you are like a warrior
Fierce and strong under hardship

Days passed







Days passed
But the situation remain
No pain
No gain

Days past
But the light went out of your eyes
after so much cries
and the relentless overthinking strikes again

Days passed
And the summer will come at an end
The cold days will follow
It will be all the same

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Choices



I hear so many things
And choose to analyze their words
At times I say not for me
I am not really agree

They can juge me
They can say I reply angrily
Well my happy me
Remember they don't know you

Your values are hidden in the back of your mind
Singleness vs married
Choices vs limits

What I know is that
I have change focus
I have change my mind
I have embrace my flaws
I have just said things
And they don't seems to understand

Well they dare to say you never go out with them
You think if I have to say all the time the same things
And dismiss my way of thinking no way GIRL

I am who I am
Weak fragile
Strong fierce
All is hidden thats all
I have more inside that out
And you miss all of that


Work of summer 2017: extract 5 of "writing by prompts"




I remember

I remember when we walked together in the wheat fields
I remember when you told me I love you
I remember your slight look searching mine in the crowd
But will it end now?

I remember your hand in mine
I remember the soft intimacy
But I feel I slightly loose you
And all what I feel is why?

Work of summer 2017: extract 1 of "writing by prompts"




What is the texture of Hope

Hope is soft like velvet
Hope is smoothing and mending

It gives courage when you are weak
It helps keeping your head up

Hope is soft like velvet
Purple like a old coat I got
Black like my very old vest full of holes

It remembers me when I was young and innocent
And the years gone by

Work of summer: extract 17 of "power of the insider"




I walk as a loner
My inner power make me feel stronger
I defy the world by writing
And time will come when I will be doing
Smile at me
But it isn't the good time
To talk to me about positivity
I reach better days
Don't ennoy me that way
Keep silent and smile for me

I walk as a loner
And I know the reasons
Don't defy my inner power
You could be surprised