WG

- a virtual notebook

[nobrashfestivity]

Issey Miyake “seashell” coat, 1985

[transparent-flowers]

[uvedobleg]

Le vent se lève...

...il faut tenter de vivre!

Studio Ghibli - The wind rises

Dibujado en un libro de Benedetti - Vivir adrede

[uvedobleg]

“There’s a still in the street outside your window,

you’re keeping secrets on your pillow.”

Brandon Flowers - Crossfire.

[uvedobleg]

Listening to the Oscar Peterson Trio's version of Georgia on my mind and watching a full moon while walking back home.

Just sharing my intense self.

[uvedobleg]

- Amarillo Indio

[uvedobleg]

Yesterday I watched Garden State, and this dialogue really got me:

"+ Tell me some glass-half-full shit

- I got a little buzz going, so I have that.

+ Yeah I got a little buzz going too. And I like you. I guess I have that."

What moved me was that he expressed the fact that he likes her as something good he has for himself. He doesn't worry about being reciprocated or anything like that, he just values the feeling for what it is.

[uvedobleg]

"She, more than anything else in the world, loved the moment when you finish a book and the story keeps playing like the most vivid dream in your head."

Mi padre dice que es una película de ver crecer la hierba. Y yo sigo sin entender qué hay de malo en eso.

[go-mo-ku-blog1]

[uvedobleg]

Out of a Ghibli

[uvedobleg]

"¿Para que llamar caminos

a los surcos del azar?"

- Antonio Machado

[uvedobleg]

"A pesar de todo, te pienso."

Y las palabras pesan, aunque dijeras que se las lleva el viento.

[uvedobleg]

“I’m pushing an elephant up the stairs

I’m tossing up punch lines that were never there.”

R.E.M. - The great beyond.

These lyrics remind me of “pivot, pivot, PIVOT”

[uvedobleg]

There’s a light in the street in front of my window that whispers all night long: “listen, listen I’m begging of you – listen” I try to, but I can’t hear a sound. The rumbling thoughts in my head are making too much noise. Instead, I can’t help but stare at the light: it has the warmest shade of yellow, and walks into my room every late evening to caress my plants, my sheets. In summer, when the tree next to my window blossoms, the warm light dances with his shadow against my curtain: they distract me with the gentlest movements, the softest cadence. I walk through my house, guided only by the lights across the street, feeling myself sinking with every step. As I submerge into this golden light, everything around me turns still – I can hear myself breathe. The light whispers again: “listen, listen listen closer” And suddenly I hear someone else breathing: in the next building I see a woman staring at the light: she can’t sleep either; the boy next window joins us, and so does the little girl afraid of ghosts. I start noticing more and more people standing quietly behind their windows, like me, looking for the soothing light to help them sleep. Finally, my thoughts start easing off, and my chest joins the rhythm of the dancing trees outside.

[achtkant]

Kunio Maekawa, Kunio Maekawa House, Tokyo, 1942

[uvedobleg]

"The meaning of the river flowing is not that all things are changing so that we can encounter them twice,

but that some things stay the same only by changing."

Because I wanted you to know. Because I wanted you to know. Because I wanted you to know.

- Call me by your name.

[redrola]

[uvedobleg]

Yesterday I was doodling my imaginary future home for when I'll be -hopefully- living in Florence. It also had fresh flowers, cats and art on the walls.

Oh daydreaming, I'm so good at it.

[neckkiss]

via weheartit