dancer or non-dancer?

That is an essential question - excuse me, sir/madam, do you dance? It says a lot about you, about how you express yourself, how you move in the world. For example, when walking on the street and humming a funky song, do you shake your ass just a little bit? do you imagine doing a pirouette or keep a rapid pace to fit the rhythm? I do! And it feels just like it should :)

If you're a dancer, you're probably more fun and open. But I kind of like the watchers too in their mysterious way of observing the others while dancing and enjoying the moment. I often wonder if they are mind-dancers, holding all those moves in their head.

What I don't like is seeing people simulating a good time with their arms up in the air with partial moves of their shoulders and knees. It's like eating just from the side of the dish the ingredients that decorate the plate.
And they occupy the dance floor for nothing.

If I were to have my own club, I would create two sides - for dancers and non-dancers. Semi-dancers not allowed. At the entrance you'll be asked: dancer or non-dancer? It is as simple as that - you jump in the rhythms or not? There is no place for compromise...and if you exaggerate with watching or with shaking what your mamma gave you, you can say oh, well!, I went all the way. I didn't make my moves halfway, I did it my style - on the inside or outside in the open.

Let's dance, little stranger!

last, but not least

Last night, I think I did something for the last time. At least, it's how I like to think about it, like the last drop of chocolate I could have before going on a diet and the final spin in the mary-go-round for the child within me. cause it felt sweet, great, scary and intense and I ended up all dizzy and full.

The problem is sometimes there are some things that you just can't have for good and you can only hop on once in a while. And there comes a time when you just hop off. I hope I had my final minitour which was quite nice, but felt heavy deep inside...linking all these places that I've been to with feelings and memories. The heaviness of all that almost tied me down, but I knew from the start that I didn't plan to come back again, so I found the strength to get up and explore all the streets and the lines with enthusiasm and hunger.
Having almost reached my stop, I tried to see more and more, but the driver braked even before I had the chance to prepare my descent. And I fell once more. No bruises, just some dust on my arms and knees. I shook it off and got away.

Last, but not least, I enjoyed my visit and the ride was least expected to make me smile and feel relief. But it did, so I granted this one last request - mine, yours, ours.

over here

I am here and I'm stubborn. I have my mind set on something and I just can't go without. I start fidgeting, I can't begin something else, until I'm done, until I can have it exclusively and obsessively. No way out, no where else I'd rather be than here with what I want.

So you'd better be prepared to let me stay in, to enjoy the moment until my whole inside is filled with the good things, with confidence and charms so that when I leave, you'll continue to be there with me and breathe in my rhythm and feel my every move.

And now I'm sitting here, stuck, until I get that feeling of being complete to last.

lie

I lie, quite a lot actually. Mostly to myself. And that's the most important kind of lie. Trying to misguide others has never been my purpose; I use my exaggeration and omitting skills with good intentions and light intensity. But oh it gets really intense when looking in the mirror. I discover extreme lengths to which I am prepared to go just to prove I have done the right things, that even if I know I broke one of my most personal rules, it's ok, it's all good. But how come they feel so wrong after a while?


Well, it was just wishful thinking I guess. And all this time you were lying. To yourself, by extension, to others too, but they're collateral damage. And at that point you realise that you have been lying in a lie. While in bed, lying in the warm sheets and looking for reasons to support your decision. and that I think it's the most intense lie: lying while lying in bed with you (rself).

nude

 

keeping it real, as close to reality as I can, faithful to what it actually feels inside is quite a challenge. and that is for two important reasons:
one, you stand naked in front of everybody, you're vulnerable.
two, it can really take your life to another level - you start judging things by the real thing and you'll find yourself more reluctant to compromise; or, at the opposite, you will get too involved in living the normal life that you won't get the chance to even think a big idea and just keep it simple and common.

but that's a fair way to play the game for yourself and for everybody else. that may prove difficult and overwhelming, but in the end it may strike you as a very wise decision. because you stand there naked and proud, surrounded by a couple of people that adore you for who you are and most importantly for all that  you are. It's messy and it's heartbreaking, but it's the way to do it (I think).

And when you do it, one should wrap it up stylishly. I try nude colours for my clothing. They are my favourite, so true to your body lines and skin colour. You have nothing to hide, just things to outline and put focus on. Nude is beautifully authentic.

day dreaming

I have a dilemma, I can't decide whether day dreamin' is most likely to occupy your time on cloudy days or on sunny beautiful ones. If it's cloudy you get sleepy and there's just one step to fall into a dreaming session, but nonetheless when it's sunny outside, you stare and stare outside your window imagining all sorts of nice things to do (and I do mean all sorts!). But no matter what kind of weather may knock on our door, still day dreaming is wonderful. It gets you place you have never been or would like to return to. So hurray to that, now I'm in India...

try

Beginnings usually involve a lot of trying, a considerable amount of energy, hope and enthusiasm. Evolution implies steady effort supported by the inner confidence that things will eventually turn into what you expect. But it's not simple, it's not individual work, it's closely connected to people and activities around us.  And this is how you get tangled in all sorts of stories - yours, his, hers, theirs and ours. And you realise that no matter how hard you try it's not enough. Your trying has to become a common effort somehow to result into your great expectations coming true. So if you see me, just try!

whatever you like

I've never liked Sundays for all the wrong reasons, mostly because of all the things it reminds of. It's the sign that another week has passed by, that another week is about to sweep me off my feet with all its emergencies, that the time to take it easy is closely monitored and will slowly end ...

But from time to time, I remember that Sundays are good. Good for me, good for you and most importantly good to us. And those times I enjoy them Sunday mornings with chill music, them Sunday brunches with tons of laughter, them Sunday afternoons spent in the sun or in bed, between warm sheets, them Sunday evenings with a glass of wine and them Sunday nights with an emotional movie.

For all those times and for those who do whatever they like on Sundays

go!

No one is ever here, but the light is always on. Every time I reach that place I start running, running for a better place, a cozier space to linger out and about. And sometimes I find a nice spot that I can stay in for a while, just for a while. Because, like moving in a circle, I'm back in front of the empty place with the light on... and it's time to run again and again and again.

until I, a ia ia iai, I can say honey, I'm home.

for their sake

somethings you're set to do so willingly even though it's not in your nature to act like that, but the people around you may inspire them. so you surprise yourself and you set your heart on the table praying that the surgeon who will operate will be kind and skillful. oh daddy, na, na, love me good!

not just any feeling

it's what you feel exactly after you have had a lovely encounter: joy, amazement, an exhilarating experience and all that feels unreal. the problem is that when it goes away you feel there's a deep space to be filled in...and you find yourself addicted and needy.
suddenly you start fighting for moments just like the one that you had before, which made you feel special and in the right place even though apparently for some innocent by-standers you were shinning in the wrong address for that dress, that awesome dress that you wore so proudly...

stop and stare

"Sometimes it is as simple as that. You have no idea what to do, who to do it with or how to make it happen. Just sit for a while and get easily started, don't rush into anything, don't criticize just because you can and that's the only thing you are certain of being fair.

Stare for a second, accept reality and work on a fair reaction" ana said to herself this Monday morning.

and now I'm humming take a picture of thaaat ;)

faraway so close

Different schedules, various plans, distinct opportunities may set us apart, but true love does not end, does not lose intensity, nor interest. Souls mates are of all kinds, you meet them in certain moments of your life and from that moment on they stay with no matter the distance, no matter the time, they stay inside you. For that I am grateful and today I felt that my well-being mood is due to all those incredible people I have met until now. All my lovin I will send to you:

fall trends

I don't know about you, but there's something that I love about the fall and so I fall...

I fall for charisma, for the unknown, for affection and coziness, for butterflies, big brown eyes and acts of sweetness. Oh, yes, and for great fabrics :)

I fall into temptation, fall from grace and then fall apart.

I just fall, but the descent is mostly sprinkled with passion and enthusiasm that I couldn't give up on, so I don't.

While I enjoy my fall, I play and I'm willing to play your game too - I heard that you like the bad girls...honey, is that true?

all the best to you

tourette syndrome...just sing and breath in, breath out!

speech difficulties

c'mon, let's talk, yeah I can see panic all around, when it should be fun and easy...

so let us share some thoughts and if it goes well, we'll share the cake also ;)

tic-tac

patience is a virtue, but it's better to slowly raise the temperature up than wait on dry land for the climax to hit you in the head...bang, bang, Jenny!

(good) morning sunshine

I've never been a morning person, although I enjoy morning time; the potential of a new day is brilliant with tasty little hints like hot coffee, sweet croissants, a playful outfit, a good laugh to scare away the grumpiness and warm hugs to keep the bed coziness.

But to actually grasp the potential, I must overcome the laziness, the "cattitude" state of lingering in bed and the sweet dreams that usually knock on my sleep during mornings. And that is really difficult, being me in the morning is one of the toughest jobs I've ever done.
so good morning everyone, the sun thanks me for waking up early! I smile back with a song :)