30 December 2010

Touching the lights

It's a fact...what tale could my mind ever collect, if not this reality prospect?  It's all about shiny rays of light blossom around ruins made out of chocolate..."cause everything is eatable, even I am eatable"...and you know? it's a matter of time, since I have come with this peculiar idea: my bad memories are indeed made out of chocolate, like the ruins; and, in fact, there are a huge amount of rays of light melting them down...at this moment, a funny laugh comes out tho, glowing red just alike the flesh camellia of the floating gardens of Babylon; thus you might find a sparkling glow of some great happy eyes, well, it's not everyday that you feel capable of moving, with your bare hands, the colossus of Rhodes, you will see, no doubt, a perfect environment of plenitude...cause today I've been at the top of the great pyramid of Giza, I've jumped freely feeling the water joining my body as I felt down the Niagara Falls, I've shacked the hand of Zeus, some way not far but still not that close (not inside) to the top of the hill called Olympus (in fact, you will find Zeus at his temple, somewhere that I prefer to keep secret...famous people, you know?)...OH! I was too late to the library of Alexandria, but I have my ticket (maybe tomorrow!)...What can I say? That's a story about letting the greatness out of the daily sparks, it's just a case for day-dreamers investigation...I can jump just for the sake of jumping, but, at this moment, Niagara feels much more touchable...Learning the sense of the lights...

Pictures taken by Nádia from My Fashion Insider

Sweater: United Colours of Benetton
Trousers: Pull&Bear
Boots: Zara
Bag: Zara

29 December 2010

Long Time!!! Back again...

For a long time there was silence; a strong mourning around pavements, trashy clothes were everywhere, where the patterns could not fit...too much garbage to feel right...the strings were about to clash against the chains, arguing whom would take the honour to kill there owner! What about the silence? Were my words gone? Perhaps it's just the warm touch of treason... you see, my lungs where tight, tight enough to not feel the air, or water...my heart was pomping the blood out of my shelter...well I was just a screaming voice, once found, once miscalculated, once enough, once too much, then lost, again empty, not ready, still running, crumpling around memories...what too do lady? Disguise? What mask should I put on this time? It is silly, but still it is the answer...truth prevails darling...truth prevails. As complicated as it may seems, there will always be a coming back...mine was soon enough...my mistakes were paint in deep clear blue water. Well, my eyes will be resting, since now there are reasons to forget my winter solstice. My sad eyes will be shut, never again smiling...do you know how to find your way? Future is always a mystery...but I'm sure believing is the right key to that door...cause THIS IS IT...My journey and a solution: Who would expect to find a ticket office in hell? Well they sold me a ticket back to heaven! Perhaps it was just about soft hands. 

I'm so sorry for being late...
This time I won't forget this baby, trying to learn how to dance
I'll be posting styles soon, promise!


Pagan Poetry
In Exklusiv December 2010
Ph: Krzysztof Wyżyński
Model: Marcin Ziółko