Sunday, March 28, 2010

you can throw me if you want.



Saturday, March 27, 2010

our lips.


    wish you could sing to my ears each time I close my eyes and each time I see the sun. 

Thursday, March 25, 2010

just because I missed it. and I still believe.




Tuesday, March 23, 2010

please do!



Monday, March 22, 2010

a fugitive dream.

so let us heal our hearts.

-zbor la tine         

come at night with your heart broken
and sit quietly next to an angel
while I'll steal for some moments
your heart and fix it.
and then to let me kiss you with the wings inside me
huming a guitar song.
we were two jaded lovers
from so much love, so much peace.
I was writing poems on your skin
you were playing with the songs through my hair,
I smelled like wine and spring was blinking to us.

we loved the warmy mornings on your balcony
at the last floor
we invited the clouds at a coffee
and the angel was singing a serenade
there were perfect mornings, with divine embraces of the sun.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

let's just feel the last touch.



                                         of snow upon our lips. You know it would be so sweet...

Saturday, March 20, 2010

falling in love at a coffee shop.


Thursday, March 18, 2010

Sunday, March 14, 2010

let's run to our Paris, forever.


Thursday, March 11, 2010

she and him.


do it over and over again. till the end.


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

uhm... psst?




Lately I've been standing in "backstage" in terms of fashion, but this a/w collection of the australian designer Karla Špetić caught my attention from the first moment I saw the name: Dreamer. After looking at the entire collection, I'm inlove with this dreamer! Wish it could be mine...

too close yet too far.


"A thousand miles seems pretty far, but they’ve got planes and trains and cars… I’d walk to you if I had no other way."

Monday, March 8, 2010

because you deserve it.


... A woman is God's  degree examination on aesthetics.

Friday, March 5, 2010

say it's over, say I'm dreaming, say you'll wait, say you love me, say you don't.

soon it will be all over...



... but if not, I would love to leave into a trip that lasts... maybe my entire life? holding a camera, a pen, a paper, a perfume, a dress, a wish to write books, a dream, maybe many dreams, maybe love ...

Thursday, March 4, 2010

each time I am alone.


And in the end, I carry inside me, without knowing, a living cemetery where it stands what I've forgotten, that I saw, that I heard, that I've been.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

the harvest.


Tuesday, March 2, 2010

just your heart, in exchange for mine.