i am the person who likes to work in bed. i actually feel more creative whilst in bed. i guess because it’s a cosy and relaxed place to be.
there are some people nowadays who want and feel that they can get everything whereas a lot of people around have nothing or even lose what they already have. it’s in the human nature to desire more but i think we would be happier if we just appreciated what we are generously given.
hello. i am still in agrinio. i walk with a friend every afternoon and we pick a different route every day. photos are taken during our walks.
my sister is also visiting for some days. the truth is that i feel a lot better when she is around. as i grow older, i miss her more. we always have the greatest fun together; laughing and making up jokes that only the two of us can get. how many nights have we stayed late talking and planning future adventures..
yesterday, we attended a therapist session to talk about our loss. at the end, we were asked what we wish for the future. her only wish was for me; to be healthy and happy. no words to describe my feelings when i heard this. i am grateful for her love and caring.
it is funny how much i have changed in the past years. myself and my preferences; i just don’t want the winter to go away. winter, please, stay with us for a bit longer! i need to feel the chilly breeze on my face; to wrap up in my heavy coat and the wool scarf my mum knitted for me; to long for the sun rays to warm my face.
i just feel deprived of winter. this is the first time in my life i am not looking forward to summer coming.
i woke up to omar sosa’s iyawo. of course, i had to look the word up. iyawo is a yoruba word and it means wife. {as found here}
i feel a bit better today and can’t stay in bed. i’ m going to hide myself in big clothes and woolly hat {i also have a bad hair day}, grab my camera and head for hallelujah. eleftheria is having a bazaar party with food and music. and i need to socialise a bit.
ill be back with more photos. have a nice weekend!
last night i watched palermo shooting, by wim wenders on tv. there is this scene when the main actor who happens to be a famous photographer, finds himself drunk on a rooftop bar staring at a half open balcony door in the building across. the human figures inside are peacefully moving, doing this and that, preparing their way to bed.
then, it just came to me all those summer nights during our family holidays, when my brother and i had to spent with my mum and dad, sitting at the yard or the balcony of our rented holiday apartment, looking at the mixed holiday makers crowd strolling up and down the piazza; or listening to the laughs and cheers of the next door party attendants.
i remember, back in those times, how much my heart was yearning to join the party and become one of those cool and acne-free girls who were sipping their fruit punch while flirting with boys.
after a while, the time came for me to join the party i was so much looking forward to. and, i did exactly what it was expected from me to do; sip my drink and have fun.
years and parties after, i caught myself ignoring the fun of the party so as to look inside the flat in the building across, where a couple of kids were playing in dimmed light, the dad was watching tv and the mum was crossing the room up and down, hanging the laundry. and then, i simply got nostalgic.
