From Black to Pink and Back.

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“But would you kindly ponder this question: What would your good do if
evil didn't exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows
disappeared? After all, shadows are cast by things and people. Here is the
shadow of my sword. But shadows also come from trees and living beings.
Do you want to strip the earth of all trees and living things just because
of your fantasy of enjoying naked light? You're stupid.”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

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Don't worry, I haven't turned into a sad missed philospher (unfortunately).
I am the same. It's still me cynical and incapable of any optimism.
It has been another hopeless Wednesday.
Today I realized I have actually been studying Russian for 4 years and I cannot speak a word without feeling like one of those sad and totally unrealistic american characters pretending to speak with a fake Russian accent. Good for me. I have been nominated "SSY" (saddest student of the year).
I am the goddess of the three Is:
All my friends know all of me and carefully stay away from me and my incurable pessimis: I inspire self-destruction and suicidal manias. 
So I am here alone with my cat, my reflex and a very power desire for leaving.
But where am I supposed to go?
And who am I supposed to leave my beloved cat with?!

But then... then I see a pink winter sky. With threads and contrasts. And nobody will probably undestrand but in some way I manage to find my daily balance.
And everything suddenly looks like magic.  And my beloved Rufus cat is safe.
At least for now.


Independence Day Reflection - Some Sunday Nonsense Never Killed Anyone.

 I know, I know. Today is not July 4th.
And I am not here to commemorate the adoption of the Declaration of Independence of the USA signed in 1776, Thomas Jefferson and bla bla bla...

I'd like to write about independence, since it has been one of the subjects of my reflections for the latest weeks.
I happen to be surronded by girls who claim their own independence. I keep reading blogs and status about how independent these girls are and how able they are in keeping their own existences under sharp control. Every girl I know wants to prove she has her whole life in her hands. They know what they want. They know who they want to be with. What they want to do or not to do. They know who they want to be. They have complete power over themselves.
And I like it. I admire them. Listen to them. I am completely fascinated by them.

But of course it is not that easy. After showing my complete admiration and respect, reflection time comes. What the hell they mean by independence? What is independence?
The Question I have been asking myself is:
Am I independent?
"The answer is still no! Absolutely and unequivocally, no!" (only a few will recognize the quotation-respect for all of them!).

I am not independent at all. I live with my parents and, although I keep telling myself that soon I will be long gone in my own new house in a wonderful city (London/Berlin/Paris/NewYork) and that probably I will become a powerful and independent business woman, deep down I know the bitter plain truth. I am going to stay here for a long time. And, I mean, my parents and my cat are great. 
But does a place I can really call mine exist? 

But let's not talk about houses and properties. These are dark times and independence must be seen as a far deeper state of mind. Something connected with our personality and our relations. Okay. Then the question is:
Am I independent from all the people I care or do not care? 
How much do they affect  my decisions, my habits and my mood? 
Do I have my whole life in my hands and know exactly where I want to go?
Guess what Laura, the answer is still no. 
I don't have the faintest idea about who I am and who I want to be.
The people I love and care about really affect me and my decisions. 
I usually let them define me and explain myself to me. Those who are around me affect me and my first care is not to disappoint or upset them.

Does independence mean being selfish?
Do you need to be more selfish and self focused in order to be able to call youself an independent woman?
I wish I was more selfish. And more confident.
Because the only thing I really know is that I envy all those people who finally feel confident and able to do everything in their own way, without wanting help or advice from others. 
But I also think that independence is like freedom: it depends on balance. 
As much as I hate human beings and prefer animals, I have to accept the fact that everyone needs other people in order to be independently happy. 

Is it enough to call yourself independent in order to be truly independent?
Just something to think about before another sleepless night.


Her State of Being

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"It was her profound state of being that one wanted to catch and turn to words, the state that is to the mind what breathing is to the body, what one calls happiness or unhappiness".

From "The Lady in the Looking-Glass: A Reflection" by Virgina Woolf

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The Owls Are Not What They Seem. And never will be.

Owls won't ever be what they seem.

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For me they will always be the image of that little fundamental piece of myself... I lost.
Missing My Owl.
Missing my Grandma All the Time.

Venice, November 2013


Henri Cartier-Bresson...Memories

She thought she rembered.
She thought she knew everything that she had felt, done, and realise.
She thought she had learnt something from the mistakes she had done.
She thought she had changed.

But she was the same.
And thinking about that Henri Cartier-Bresson picture they were lookin at, she couldn't help feeling so sad.
It had been a wonderful Sunday afternoon. Fall was all around and they truly believed that never again in the world they would lose each other again.
They were in Lucca and, despite all the fight they used to have, they were happy.

But people don't change, and fighters will always keep acting like fighters.
Like b&w photographs, time passes and eventually all that black will fade away...but people will always remain the same in them.

The Henri Cartier-Bresson Exhibition in Lucca,
Then Getting Lost and Actually Enjoiying it so much!

Sips/Tips of Fashion - Weekend Breaks!

Weekend Breaks.
Ok, Tartan is the new  trend of the season but you don't want to look like Highlander lost in Venice, do you?
When in doubt, 
Total Black will always be the best way to rock a a beautiful city.
And please, wear heels. 
Unfortunately there's only one Naomi Campbell on earth!

 "The sun would beat down on her face, into her eyes; but no, at the critical moment a veil of cloud covered the sun, making the expression of her eyes doubtful - was it mocking or tender, brilliant or dull? One could only see the indetermined outline of her rather faded, fine faces looking at the sky. She was thinking... (...) "
From "The Lady in the Looking-Glass: A Reflection" by Virginia Woolf

In Beautiful Places
Everyone Looks Much More Beautiful...
At Least, Almost Everyone!


Street Friendship

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Friendship Instinct Passion Heart Immagination Innocence.

Please, Take Off your Masks.


A Jungle of Spiderwebs

November's here.
The chimney wakes up and November air smells like dust and fire.
Like the thorns of a delicate rose in a sea of blood that runs cold.

Goodbye October.
Greetings to you all,
This is a Skull writing!

Halloween night had to be celebrated properly.
Take a dark wood,
A dozen of spiderwebs,
Two Mexican Skulls,
A Dead Bride,
Two Vampires,
And Three Evil Fairs.
Mix it up with some great music.
The Magic Potion is ready!

31 October 2013
Teo Skellington