France: Winter in Paris

It is the winter that somehow makes this city even more magical. I find something less touristic about cold, wet, winter night walks and crossing bridges in windy days. The scenery of less crowded streets is really making you imagine of times long past, of elegant ladies under umbrellas held by gentlemen, or Parisian cafes filled with delicacies and of…

Frid-esque

I have discovered a newly found freedom in expression. It is called, not caring for feedback of any kind. This alone is capable of releasing some profoundly positive energy waves and carry you from periods of pain to such of the brightest light. They won’t last for long, no. You will most probably relapse into your…

Fragile dreams… (dedicated to my sister)

I have a soul that likes to hide. Half in the light and half in some very dark shadows. These two extremes have somehow found an ephemeral balance to the point of a certain kind of numbness. Never before did I feel so lost in thoughts as I do now. And never before did I…