Nice Things

This is my 2011 wish list... 
I really just wanted one thing, and I already got that so I am pretty happy this christmas.
But just in case, extra presents are always welcomed! 
Hope you have an excellent holiday, and that love is always present.



I have no idea what I am gonna be for Halloween. It is one of my favorite holidays just because I love to dress up and play pretend I am someone else, it is easy for me to disguise and be somebody else, I guess because there're are so many faces of me that it is not difficult to change the way I look.
These are the options in my head, tomorrow I am going on a costume hunt with my friend, finger cross I find something that fits both my idea and my wallet! :( haha, oh it isn't that hard just give me some bunny ears and a skimpy dress and I am set! I always remember the Mean Girls line about how Halloween is the only time of the year a girl can dress like a total skank and not be called a whore for it... I do believe that is right, I love wearing things like that so Halloween is the perfect excuse right?


When my dreams match up with my pay

I started this blog because I wanted to let out all the random thoughts inside my head, it has helped me a lot to organize my mind and make clear the things that happen in my life. I had been wanting for a while to do a little inspirational post about the things I want in life. Like the sort of life style I am aiming for... it has certainly not been like I wish, but fear not dear Dorothy because soon I will find the way on the Yellobrick Road and I will get there.
This images of things that I like are what reminds me that there are things left to learn and to create. I like to keep myself inspired, I am aware of my need to be surrounded of beautiful things, right now they are a little bit imaginary but I am sure it is not gonna be forever like this... because if you know where you wanna go, you will do everything to get there. I love this phrase of Regina Spektor "I am the hero of the story I don't need to be saved" I just have to keep reminding me that with her sweet voice.
I guess I also have to remind me that if there's no pain there's no game... sacrifice comes in order to enjoy the fine things of life... but I am willing to pay the price, so bring it on! :)
All photos from my
Pinterest & WHI


My relationship with the mirror

I just wanted to mark this date.
I can't say I am a new person, I am still good ol' me, but I do feel a little like Nina Sayers only not dead but happily alive. And it is also not the end but the beginning, the beginning of me as it always should have been. 
Also yesterday I received an indian friendship bracelet from my very good good friend Ryan, he sent it inside a letter from INDIA!... all of this in a short amount of hours... I can't really express how happy I am. I am truly smiling with my heart now, nothing really matters now because what makes me happy what makes the world spin around comes from within me, I am finally at peace. 
This picture is my favorite painting: Picasso's The girl before the mirror I got the chance to admire it at the MoMA in NYC last october, it has always meant a lot to me but now it means the world... the way I feel sums up in the masterpiece of an amazing painter from another time. How cool is that? to see your feelings turn into figures in a beautiful painting?
I am certain now I will be all I can be, nothing is gonna stop me now because the only person in between my dreams and happiness is now dead for me... 




When I am having a very bad day I think of you, of you and me and Paris and everything feels better because I am certain that if I die tomorrow I would die in peace knowing I was truly happy once... 


In this life

There are many ways to use up the spare time, I however dislike TV so much I have encounter different ways to waste time. How I love tumblr and all the forms of visual communication it implies. These are a few of my favorites
From me To you

Awesome People Hanging Out Together

If We Don't, Remember Me

Laura Taylor


I can see New York

In two years (mark my words) I will be living here. I am still figuring out on the how, but the dream, the goal is definitely clear. I thought I was walking on the right direction, but maybe I was just loosing my way searching for stage lights... I know my heart and I can't fight it when it knows something is off.
So maybe I just need to get back on track and focus on the things I really do best and never forget that my smile is my greatest asset so if something is just making me cry so much, it can be right.
If my mind and my heart truly want it I will make it, so hands on the task! and pretty soon I will be living in that awesome flat in Brooklyn that so many times I have daydreamed about. 


Under Construction

To be or not to be
I never understood Shakespeare's phrase so well until now. Who we act equals what we are. We choose to be, we shape us like clay until we create ourselves as our own image. The potential lies within but to be or not to be is only a choice, a choice that some of us can't make our whole life. We could be anything we want to be, as children we imagine we are going to be kings or queens of the world, we grow up play pretending this is true and deep within we KNOW we are and we are going to be, but somewhere on the road we loose ourselves, we listen to everybody else instead of listening our inner voice, who once upon a time told us a story of our future, but we grow up and we think it was only a dream, a dream too good to be true. So what do we do? we don't believe in it, we don't believe in ourselves, we block that dream, we overlook it and we keep on growing, on walking on the path that was set for us by somebody else who doesn't know us, but everybody else points that way and we all follow like sheep and yet we still are, but are we really? or are we just barely shadows of our greatness? a whisper of a great shout? Sometimes we are under the illusion that we have to choose, when in reality there is not really a choice, you are, so be your greatest self and quit thinking you could be anything less.
Photos taken at my flat in Barcelona 2010



Sometimes I have the sudden urge to send anonymous thank you notes to all the men I have been with in my short life. All of them, even the ones that I have allowed to hurt me, hurt me deeply, even the ones I have hurt badly and think I am the biggest bitch ever (yes it is true). The urge to give thanks comes from deep in my heart, I wouldn't be the woman I am now if I would have been loved differently. So maybe one day I will get all of their addresses and will send just a little note with a "thank you" typed with an antique typewriter and folded inside a little white envelope... nothing else, because thanking does not need an entitlement, just the ticklish feeling that comes with the knowing that somewhere out there exists somebody who gives you thanks just for being you.
Image via Le Portillon


If this were a map I'd be lost

I can't seem to stop looking back, as if my life were so much better before. As if all I am now is just a castle made of sand that is slowly washing away by the sea, bit by bit but finally falling apart.
I want to stop, but my wish only lies there, comfortably numb on the comfort of the calm and stuck water of a beautiful pond. I somehow am going to stop it and rise from the murky water and finally when I look back I am just gonnna laugh at myself for being so afraid... I am just to impatient to wait for it but good things come for those who wait, right?
Photos taken on my first trip to Europe 2007


A little girl lost in the woods

Photo taken by me in sweet Barcelona

but i can't see new york 
as i'm, circling down 
through white cloud 
falling out 
and i know 
his lips are warm 
but i can't seem 
to find my way out 
my way out i can't see.
of this hunting ground 
from here crystal meth 
in metres of millions 
in the end all we have, 
soul blueprint. 
did we get lost in it 
do we conduct a search 
for this "from the other side" 
from the other side? 
what do they mean 
side of what things... 
and you said. 
you again 
it's you again 
i can't see 
i can't see new york 
from the other side
I can't see New York - Tori Amos


Amantes & Diamantes

Love, love, love found everywhere. In a far away land and discovered by the flickering of my adventurous hand, clicking everywhere. I wish I had closer girlfriends like her.
All images via Ana Vera