Lover of Mine

mbestacatfourth (2) (2) (2) Last spring, I was introduced to the sweet, lovely dream pop sounds of Beach House at the cool, hip coffee shop called Fuckoffee at Shoreditch, East London. The sweet, emotional songs ‘Lazuli’ and ‘Other People’…  the beginning of a happy love affair, of hope. Lovely emotions for a rainy day. Lovely music for the ‘in love’ feeling. In fact the whole album ‘Bloom’ was like a new fresh love affair to me, all the way through.

When you meet a guy and this feeling of euphoria arises, and you meet up and you do things, and you laugh, happily, because he takes away your pain, just for a while… because in the end you know, it’s just an illusion. Continue reading “Lover of Mine”

Life down town ;-)

   Two kinds that are obsessed with murder; those committing them and those who write about them… novelists, yes. Gangster, mobster… red-light fascination… Business, legit or shady… How thin is the line really? 😉 Oh, I’m off to have coffee with a weapon dealer this morning…  curiosity, or business… who knows…  😛 #moments, #urbansavage #lifeontheedge Continue reading Life down town 😉

Politically correct??? Nah…!

Politically correct??? Nah…!

next11 (1) (1) (1)   Seriously, I dislike that term ‘politically correct’… and the people who pretend to be! Really. I have been accused of being politically INcorrect in the past… and you know, it’s a compliment. Because, I actually physically helped many individuals (and animals) out of trouble or defended them from abusers. Helping those in need is really what life is about, right? Continue reading “Politically correct??? Nah…!”

Good scents of life… why I love perfumes!

 

13775818_659066660925583_6944457823739083711_n       I just love, love perfumes… always did. I always had several different perfumes on my shelf, just to highlight the mood I felt at that moment. I had a hot sunny day perfume, a rainy day perfume, a wild, stormy mood perfume, a deep and sexy fragrance, or a light, playful scent, a melancholic mood perfume, which was a heavy, deep purple one, … or a spicy ‘adventure night out’ fragrance… My favorites then were called Temperance, Cannabis, Wild Roses and Beautiful Dream. I still remember exactly how they all smelled. I know what scents attract me and I know what doesn’t. Smells make me immediately feel certain emotions, remember things and happenings, they make me see visions of places I have not been to, yet.

Good smells are really important to me, they make me feel good, they make me feel alive. Thus I love sniffing roses, the smell of rain, the smell of the ocean, trees, grass, passing by the bakery, horses, yes they smell amazing too. I just love the strong smell of the countryside… you know, this blend of earth, straw and cow dung. Yes, some might find that very strange for an ehm, ‘elitist smellist’ like I am.      Continue reading “Good scents of life… why I love perfumes!”

Ravin’ mad! New creative poem ;-)

    Ravin’ mad! Ravin’ mad… oh what liberation! You know, wild girl, you walk the middle line, because you are nice and polite. Free spirited, you are no stranger to disapproval and gossip. They hurt, the stings of judgemental bullshit, they hurt you many times but oh, just you offend once with your nature; “oh you kinda crossed the line here, you’re a little too much, oh you walked a little too far, pushed beyond the social conduct code… just get back here, or else we don’t like you!” And you are civil and apologize, politely, you keep walking … Continue reading Ravin’ mad! New creative poem 😉