Archive for August 2011
How to find your heart: Let Him
Posted on: August 11, 2011
I’ve always found consolation not only in my paint brush or guitar, but also in my pen. I’ve always found joy in writing stories, but have always dreamed of writing my own love story.
I have loved, I have been hurt, I have forgiven, I have moved on. I have loved again and the cycle went on… but the story never came.
I realized the pen for a story as great as this should have never been in my hands. My God, it must be You, the true author I failed to recognize. And now I shall let You.
Me, on the other hand, shall be the best protagonist this script should ever have. Dumping fears and inhibitions, I shall consider, be open again. If he’s not from You, I shan’t take. From You, I shall fight. Please make me a true warrior princess, as what my name tells.
With my heart thumping, I’ll trust the new writer of my love story.
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Heaven ‘n Eggs
Posted on: August 6, 2011
- In: art | career whims | travel
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Dearest sister,
Do you remember our Heaven ‘n Eggs moment?
I can’t really remember the last time I was overjoyed and sad at the same time. I don’t even reckon it’s possible , but I am now.
Today is my first day of work for this small Italian caffe. With it is a small garden and six art galleries. I’m writing this during my break. It is such a lovely place. Summer is at its peak. Tiny insects and flowers that have colors unimaginable for me then, came out… for sure you know how I feel about that. I am writing this while sitting at the center of an art gallery. I will be a tad bit dramatic, but I want to cry. I can’t explain why, but it soon felt that way after the realization that I’m surrounded with art. Very much similar to our Heaven ‘n Eggs moment I must say, and I just wish I am with you right now.
It’s very difficult to explain and you know how bad I am in explaining things. But really, I mean how do you write love? I never really understood art even when I’m trying to do it. I don’t know a lot of artists or works, just a moment’s feel, yes. It has always been a feeling, has to be as confusing, just that, just like love. If it makes sense, you realize that’s not it. Why am I even saying this, you know this about me. I love art. And you, my sister.
Don’t worry, I’ll tell this much just for today. It will be about men, make up, and clothes again, I swear! haha!
Love lots,
Dadinha
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