You were born to be victorious, just a morning thought, a caption that is turning into a blogpost. My first thought when I opened my eyes to the sound of my baby, next to him breathing in my ear, to the cold blue dawn, to the sun rays slowly breaking its…
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Day in October.
The main reason why I started blogging back in 2013 was to share some days and moments and feelings I want to get back to later on, and even though I regularly write in my diary, I rarely find myself looking back in the old pages of it, but I…
Dance of my heart.
Everything feel like a trail of smoke, light, unstoppable, with no obvious end. The hours and days vanishes slowly without me noticing. Being a mama, his mama, is the most beautiful feeling, the purest love and the greatest thing I have ever experienced. Forever thankful, more than any other time in…
The road to success?
“I was an overnight success alright, but 30 years is a long,long night” Ray Kroc I heard this quote earlier today in a podcast an it got me thinking of success, and when are we considered successful and who decide that we are anyhow? Success comes in many forms and…
Lazy afternoon with a pencil.
You know when you wake up and feel like you haven’t slept at all? you open your eyes and wish the sun was still asleep and you have five more hours to spend in bed? I had one of those days. I woke up and knew if I didn’t force…
Between one million pebbles.
Hide me inside a sea shell and leave me to be forgotten,Let me just be myself with all the wavesHearing no sound,Seeing no color,Moving all feelings,In an ocean alone, never isolated,In the middle of the day,At the surface of water where everything is floating free,Nothing can pull me down,Nothing can…
Transformations
Awakened by the swaying trees, how can you be awakened up by something so quiet, something we don’t even hear in midday when we are wide awake, is it because we are busy living our busy daily routine? is it even possible, to be moved by silence? My mind is…
April this year
Sitting in my sick bed for almost a 10 days now, so far I have manage to reread Brida by Paulo Coelho, did a puzzle of Frida Kahlo’s portrait, finished up lots and lots of hot drink, soups and tissue boxes. Ran out of lemon and honey, watched “beauty and…
On the way to the island.
Next the window shield of a rusty old ship, I am surrounded by warm sky and thoughts, empty pages, headphones. Somethings will never change,The feeling of laying for hours under the sun raysBeing in a dream, never waking upHaving memories of us, you and meThe joy of being showered with…
Teapot and a petal.
And can the music take me to your eyes,Can it take me back to that safe feeling of being young,Or to being Naive maybe?With the knowledge gained by a heart,and by heart only.Can a melody transfer you to a ball of emotions,Missing everything, even what has not exist yet?I long…