Scratching snippets of a heart

If there's a pastime I love more, its reading poetry. To me there is nothing more divine than leafing through crisp yellow pages seeing how people past have put their hearts onto a page and so openly devoted their love to another.

Forever the nostalgic romantic I've translated two pieces of poetry - one from the sublime Rumi and another quintessential edit from The Reader which I find so innocently real.

Tel est l'amour: voler vers un ciel secret, à cause d'une centaine de voiles de tomber à chaque instant. Première à laisser aller la vie. En fin de compte à faire un pas sans pieds

 

Lorsque nous nous ouvrons
vous vous-même pour moi et moi je vous
lorsque nous plonger
vous en moi et je vous en
lorsque nous disparaissent
vous en moi et en vous i
alors je suis moi et vous êtes-vous

Waves from Memory

This is the first time I'm blogging from my phone, hurrah! Alas, sitting in the backseat of a car having enjoyed a little shopping detour and Gosh I just was hit with the biggest wave of nostalgia. I'm not sure what did it, was it the sights or smell or the heat? Something just made my heart yearn for the by gone days - the familiarity yet strange unknown feeling you get when you visit a country that's a home from home, or a home that will always be in the heart. The roots that always leave a tender space in the heart.

Who knew a simple shopping excursion could be so reviving for the heart and mind...x

The Postman is late but hey ho...

As with any journey who you travel with can be more important than your destination, you never know who you'll encounter along the way - who knows maybe fairytales come true after all.

Destination Not Home

So the decision was made - I had about 4 days to prepare then before I knew it I was on a plane that was taxiing off the runway and within the blink of an eye (more or less three hours) I was in destination not home.
I always love that first breath of air you take when you arrive in an unknown location - somehow the mixture of the air and dust swirled together is intoxicating; it speaks of promise and adventure, unearthing new experiences.


I guess in the short term, my expectancy was just that - losing myself amass the sea of another vivid culture. Seeping amongst the smiles warmed by sun, but coming towards the end of my journey I had an epiphany of sorts. This journey was not about losing myself or fading into the mountains, it was about coming alive. Experiencing a change which re-ignited the sparks of my heart.

None of this could be done without all of the beautiful people I met - the beauty of the world will always remain as it is but human ties are what stay with a person forever, that connection once forged and can never be erased. The loving and generous culture of the locals made me feel as though I was returning home after many years and not vice versa!

So many memories made which I hope are prolonged.

x

Beauty in every crevice

Sitting in the faint gleams of sun, browsing my usual morning blogs and news sites, I come across a stunning picture first on The Sartorialist then in more detail on Garance Dore's worldly fashion visual website:

Something about this shot just had me taken at the first look; the perfectly coiffed hair, the class and preen of the black dusted with gold elements but what drew me in most to the beauty of voice of Brazilian Vogue were her lines. Each of those strokes on her face seemed to tell a little story, of fashion, of taste, of the world. It showed a woman happy and comfortable in her own skin, and for that reason stands out from the crowd more - an original amongst the botox clones.
So next time you worry about laughter lines, I hope you think of this and laugh a little harder and smile a little wider. Its the best make - up and its free.

TinTin Returns!

Another film post -I'm by no means turning my blog into a filmfest however, although I'm not so sure as to why that would be a bad idea, however I just came across some pictures from the upcoming film from my trusty film reviewers at Empire Magazine and I just got so excited yet again, I had to write something about it!

I remember watching the Adventures of TinTin as a kid with my brothers - we loved the show so much, it's great to be able to indulge in a little childhood sweetness once again on the big screen, and really with the likes of Spielberg and Peter Jackson working on the movie, you know it's going to be great.

P.s I also love the fact that Jamie Bell will be voicing TinTin, I think the guy is so talented.

Enjoy the sneak peaks!

x

We get to journey back to Pandora!

Yes, it has happened - it's confirmed. James Cameron announced earlier today that he will make sequels to the spectacular imaginary success that was Avatar.

If you can't tell already by now, I am beyond excited for this. Cameron as a writer/director is among my high ranking favourites, I'm in constant awe of his imagination and writing talent that he thankfully pens to paper which blows my mind.

The films (yes not one but two sequels have been planned) are set to release in 2014 and 2015 and shooting is set to start early next year.

Pandora awaits....