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odd little me

This book I’m reading now, “La mecanique du coeur”, in it’s bittersweet, whimsical and gothic way makes me feel like a Tim Burton character. If people could see inside me, would they like me more or less? Would anyone, anyone … Continue reading

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awakening

I know I’m not perfect and I know I’m wired for struggle and worthy for love and belonging. I know I cannot selectively numb emotions. So I’m letting myself be seen, deeply seen, vulnerably seen. This is the only way … Continue reading

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The Collector

The story of an obsessive loner who kidnaps and keeps captive a young girl hoping that one day she will love him as he loves her has kept me awake for two nights in a row. The Collector is one … Continue reading

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What if I’ll call you?

People are still with me and within me even if I don’t see or speak to them. Out of sight is not out of mind, being apart doesn’t mean forgetting and certainly going separate ways is not like having nothing … Continue reading

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dream again

Someone told me there’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and pockets full of dreams. Let’s pretend the night of wishes has begun. So bite your lips and think at something. What are you wishing for from … Continue reading

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The maiden and the whirlwind – IV

She struggled with her fears, she laughed, she cried, she danced all day to feel alive for only one more time before the night came. And in the veil of the moonlight she wears her bright star at the wrist; … Continue reading

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The maiden and the whirlwind – III

“I watched her this morning while cutting her hair by the river. For a second I even got the impression she wanted to stab herself in the heart but she didn’t. So I followed her home and I saw how … Continue reading

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The maiden and the whirlwind – II

Walking back from the river through her oaks garden she stops looking at the gates, breathless but her heart racing like million musical notes on a violin string. “Finally”, she says in soft voice as she sees the footprints. And … Continue reading

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One only

“When we were separated at 15, I said I would never love anyone else, ever. I would never become attached, I’d never stay put anywhere, I’d have nothing for myself; I decided I would pretend to be alive. And this … Continue reading

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