A new favorite book

Oh, look at this beauty....!

("Batman - A killing joke", by Alan Moore & Brian Bolland.)

A sunday morning artwork

Thoughts on Deadpool

While watching Deadpool, and after watching it I had some thoughts about it. So, I decided to write them down...!

(not in order)

Here we go:

* No...! Not the unicorn!

* Guys, just go for the girl! She might be into you after all...!

* That "four to five moments" philosophy seems good. 

* Stewart of course...!

* Oh, it's always pleasant to hear and watch X-Men!

* Appearance is not everything.

* You're a good man, Colossus. I can see what Shadowcat finds in you.

* In contrast we trust

(all these action scenes with romantic comedy type of music on the backround, the combination of funny and unhappy moments).

* Even in chaos there is beauty (a.k.a. ending scene).

* Oh, I think that almost everyone would want a boyfriend/girlfriend who would be so matching with him/her, that it would seem like they were specially made with a computer.

* You can be Deadpool-cool only if you don't take yourself too seriously.

* Raise your glass if you're wrong in many ways & let's drink to that!

* One of the most romantic ending scenes ever 

(they were getting each other and that's a great deal)!

* Oh, you just read my thoughts about the absence of more X-Men in the movie!

* That knife stuck in his head... (haha)!

* Rated R was a little bit too much I think. 

* Yes, "Deadpool" is a romantic movie after all (in a certain way it is)!

Project no.10: "Homemade" collages

"Dreaming awake" (a photo)

"A blue guitar" (a photo)

"The soup" (a gory story)

   

    I was walking into a big forest one night. The light of the moon was faint, but I was managing to find my way through the trees. Everything around me seemed black. And maybe it was. After all I couldn't see so well. 

    At some point I found myself in front of a small house. It looked like a cottage, but again, there was not enough light to be sure. I knocked on the door. An elderly woman opened it and she let me get inside.

    The small cottage was basically one room, full of candles that colored the space with yellow and red shades. It was dinner time. The table was set and the woman's husband and son were already sitting, ready to eat the tomato soup she had prepared for them. She told me to have a sit and I sat next to her son. He was about forty years old. I wasn't hungry, so I just sat there waiting for he family to eat their soup. It smelled pretty good. The kind of comforting smell of a hot homemade meal!

    But suddenly, someone burst into the house! Probably a man, as I could understand from his built. He was covering his face with a hood. He quickly went behind the son's back, he took out a gun out of his pocket and he put right next to the son's head. I was sitting next to him frozen, not being able to move or even speak. The man pulled the triger. The bullet made such a big hole in the son's head. His brains started spilling out and falling piece by piece into the soup, on the plate in front of him. But, he wasn't dead yet! He picked up the spoon and filled it with soup. The soup that moments ago was filled with his own brains. I tried to open my mouth and tell him to stop, not to eat it, but I just couldn't! 

    He raised his hand, put the spoon inside his mouth and swallowed. 

    I managed to finally open my mouth and say only two words: "No, don't!". But it was too late.

A thought by Professor X.

'Where Angels Dare to Tread!" (April, 1969)

"Paranoia" (a poem)

I see what's not there

and create a great story

from anything small

I'm lost in hell

expecting nothing more

What may come

is keeping my body frozen

strange talking of my mind

Left in the middle of an empty room

only my mind being there

Long-term company of a moment

paused in time

asking the question again and again

One day I'm going to open my eyes

to a pure mind

"A lake inside the city" (a photo)

The spark and the fire

(image via wikipedia.org)

In three days from now, it's a special anniversary for me. 

It's my one year anniversary and I think that that's the first and the last time I'm going to celebrate it.

One year ago, on the 25th of February, the end begun.

You see, myself back then was a person that didn't open up easily and wasn't letting everyone in. So, when I let someone in and they chose the exit (especially when they could have done it in a much better way, much...!) the end begun. The end of an era. The end of a big part of my life.

(I have written here again and again and again about it. And about all the things that happened during the last year. Humour me with this one.)

As I was saying the end begun. And hard times started. And a chaotic period begun as well. And more bad and unpleasant thing kept coming my way during a whole year. 

And I fighted, I was defeated, I fighted back again, and this happened a few more times. During one year I managed to grow. And changed a lot, I became a better version of me (for myself first of all) and I improved my life. 

2015 was my year of change.

2016 is the year of confidence, of growing even more.

But I think that I really have talked a about all the details of my change, I would like to focus on the anniversary.

Well, every fire needs a spark to start. If there's no spark probably there won't be any fire. I mean, sometimes I'm thinking that if the event of the 25th of February haven't happened, chances are that I wouldn't have done all I've done. Because yes, more things shook me up a lot during the year, but I think that this was the spark.

The spark that started the fire!

Fire can destroy everything, but you can manage to tame it or let it burn and take its time until it's the right time to put it out.

It's in your hand to decide what you're going to do with it! 

And one year after, there are many burnt things, along with a part of myself. All these won't come back to life. Never.

But they gave space to new thing to grow in their place.

Maybe some things were already burnt.

Maybe the new things that grew were always there and they were blocked in some way or waiting for their time. 

And their time started, 25th of February, 2015.

And one year later I am so happy and grateful. 

The way I feel today about myself, my life, all the people and the world around me....

are worth every second of sadness, cry, rage, fighting. 

Totally worth it!

So, I reach to the conclusion that maybe, no one should be afraid or bad things to come, hard times can prove more helpful and precious that you think. And yes, you're going to need to fight, but the truth is that when "shit happens" you have no choice; you're going to fight. And eventually win.

Happy sunny day!

Today I woke up to this wonderful day. Hot and sunny! I love the hours that the sun is up, and when this time of the year comes I love them even more, because just by taking a look outside the window I automatically think:

"Spring is almost here!!!!"

Yes, I feel this way, every year. Usually from the first sunny days of February, I think that spring is almost here.

Spring, birds singing, higher temperature, less clothes, sun's warmth upon my skin, its light filing my eyes (ok, behind the sunglasses most of the times)! When sun is shining I feel more hopeful, like good things are going to happen in the following months (until summer)!

Time to get outside and do some photosynthesis!

Wheeee!

Flashback (no.3)

"The girl & the coffee" (a smartphone photo)

The "l" word behind the closed doors

If you take a look at certain pages on social media, if you pay attention to conversations with others and if you take a good look inside you, you'll probably find a common factor, a feeling. Or is it a word, an idea? Well it certainly has to do with feelings.
It's what you feel when you lay down on your bed late at night, the lack of communication with other people,  or all the thoughts that burst into your mind when you listen to "Lonely Day", by System of a Down (it hits you from the first cords of the song, usually).
It's that feeling that sometimes you can't put it into words or it gets so heavy, creating a hole inside you and making the empty space next to you on the bed or the silence inside your house seem worse than they really are. (There are times that you can feel lonely even when you're around other people,  but that's a story for another post.)
Loneliness is a very bad feeling. It makes you feel empty. And it doesn't only happen when there's no romantic interest in your life; it happens when you don't have someone next to you to talk to and keep company to each other.

And the truth is that every time I read a story or listen to a song about it, I always think that..."hey, if we all feel so lonely sometimes, why don't we find a way to get closer to others?".
Because loneliness can seem bad, but the good thing is that it's a solvable matter. 
So, next time that we feel lonely,  why don't we call someone to talk to, make plans to be around people and meet new ones, or do one of the simplest things in the word: express it!

Dark Pastels

Photo of the day!

Photo of the day!

Rule the world!

Apart from the not-so-good days and the neutral ones, there are the great ones.

Those days that something is different, even if you're not sure what exactly is that.

There are days that you feel like you can rule the world, that everything seems totally possible!

You feel like you can  do all the things that usually scare you. And a ton more...!

The world seems less ugly.

Hope is stronger than ever.

And day-dreaming is the most natural thing in the world!

(gif from giphy.com)

A list of happiness

There's this thing I'm doing when I'm not in the best mood. It's actually a few things. 

I have a list of things that make me happy. And I use them when needed.

They don't have to be big ones, sometimes the smallest things can do a lot...!

Things that make me happy....

* percussion

* smiling

* birds (singing, flying, bathing)

* the sky

* confetti

* singing

* the stars 

* Vivaldi's "Summer"

* raspberry red

* drawing

* taking photographs

* snowglobes

* taking notes

Out of paper!

A favorite piece of paper

The thousand words that come with this paper will stay there, 

inside my mind. 

A photo is enough.

Flashback (no.2)

     An older photography project, called "Home".