Gypsy souls, magic dust and life beyond the big 50.

-The problem is....well...the butterflies, you see? -Butterflies? - she asked. -Yes, in my stomach -Why don´t you let them out? -Excuse me? -Yes, the butterflies. Why don´t you let them out? -I tried to. They seem to like it in here, though. -What about flowers? -Flowers? -If you surround yourself with flowers, maybe the butterflies will want to be around you, instead of inside you........... Just don´t eat them! -What? -The flowers. -If you grow flowers in your stomach, the butterflies will never leave it. -I don´t think one could, anyway. -So...where could one grow flowers? -Inside one´s body, you mean? -Yes. He paused and said: - Inside their veins, I suppose. -Probably also in their hearts, I should think. -And....would it be really terrible to have butterflies in your heart? -I don´t think so. Actually...that could even be enjoyable! -So, what´s the plan then? -First you have to grow flowers all around you. Then, wait for some seeds to fall into your veins. When there are enough f

8) The need to feel special. Ok, we all have that in a way or another...but is ...I don´t know, silly. I am addicted to people telling me 'oh, you´re a special person'. Of course people who are close to us are special and unique for us.... The thing is that sometimes I find myself believing that´s an absolute truth, instead of a relative one.... 9) Goes with the previous one......I can be so arrogant sometimes. I think to myself I have this big insight not everyone has, and that I am so cool because my priorities are so peculiar, and because I have this constant need to create, and that although I am afraid of most things, I am also brave, because I tried facing a lot of them....and therefore I end up feeling superior ot some people. I know, it´s really stupid...and I actually hate it when I see it in other people, but it happens to me a lot. I must slap myself in the face (not literally) and remind myself how obnoxious I am being! 10) I hate confrotantion and run away from it

It´s been a long absence, but I´ve returned, and would like to share some pictures of Madrid with you. MadridasI am learning to know it, everytime I visit and take the day just to wonder around. :) wellcome to my room of wonders. If you´re new here, I would appreciate you would read my two first posts.

5) My absolute lack of tolerance with people who have no insight towards themselves. I can´t help it, I can feel myself being mean, but I hate when people choose not to face their real selvs. It gets even worst when people are trying to show off, when it becomes obvious that they are trying to show the world they are a certain type of person. I just get this impulse to be really really mean and make them know I can actually see that they are showing off. I feel like a really bad person then, because I wan´t to destroy their masks, and I often can´t help it. 6) I hate it when I find myself showing off as well. (and it´s really annoying, because I know I am showing off, and I hate myself for doing so). It´s not happening a lot these last years, thankfully. 7) The fact that if people try to compete with me, I will get into the fight. In a general way I have no real interest in competing with anyone, but the moment someone shows a tad bit of competition towards me, it all changes and I fee

4) Proscratination . One of the most odious things about me.

1) I hate it that I am so bad at managing my time. 2) The fact that I slip so often into a protected space, that protects me from pretty much everything, including the things I need no protection from. 3) I hate that my will is constantely fighting against my fear and my inertia.

It´s been a long while since I don´t post in here, because I haven´t been having internet at home. But now I do, and I intend to go back to posting soon. I miss it. I just need a short time to find my....posting path, let´s say. :) wellcome to my room of wonders. If you´re new here, I would appreciate you would read my two first posts.

Although I am not exactely in the mood, I will write about the things which I most love about people. The reason I am not exactely in the mood has actually nothing to do with anyone but me (so that you don´t think I am a witch that does nothing but to be annoyed by others) I´ve got this wheezing sound when I am breathing in that is having me worried. Partially because I am a bit hypochondriac (probably not spelled this way) about unusual symptoms and partially because they say on the net that I should be worried :P Never mind that for now, as I have no way to solve it. Here they go, things I love about people: 1) People who are themselves, who don´t worry about causing an impression or being cool. (this has ramifications, as you will see) 2) Ramification 1 - People who assume things that are usually seen as 'uncool' and really don´t bother about that. Stupid example: I was asking this really nice guy 'which sort of music do you like' and he answered 'know what? I re

Ok, this will be a totally sensless post, but I really need to ramble. Just have into account I am in one of those days of the month. And that we all have our small annoyances. Right?Hope so, otherwise I will feel quite the freak. Anyway, this is a post about what I hate in people. That´s not a very nice thing to write about?! Well...you don´t really HAVE to read it, DO YOU???? (ok, jocking, I swear, just kidding now) Sometimes it´s good to let some things out, that way you vent them and you may be able to think more clearly afterwards (and hopefully this is not just wishfull thought) So, things I hate about people: 1) When people who are supposed to be are only your friends under certain conditions. And I don´t mean it on extreme conditions. I mean when people always impose a series of conditions, as if they wished to control the exact distance between you and them, as if they didn´t trust you in some sort of distorted way. 2) People who are under or over reactive to things. Do you kn

I had 4 weddings this year (and a comunion, but I took no pictures of my outfit that day). As I said before, weddings are not my cup of tea...but I enjoy the opportunity to wear my vintage outfits. All of the previous one are truly vintage, except from the third one (which is from primark :P) :) wellcome to my room of wonders. If you´re new here, I would appreciate you would read my two first posts.