The move is a month away and we’ll be waiting for two more months until this mysterious creature in my womb comes out for the world to love. ❤ These days I’m calling her the boxer since she seems to be throwing punches in my tummy after a good meal or a sweet cup of tea. “Talk to her”, my mother tells me. And so I talk to her, both in Romanian and in Norwegian, I tell her things like “Madde girl, I can’t wait to meet you! You sweet little thing, it must be dark and tight in there.” And she responds by kicking. I don’t know what else to say to her, besides the fact that we love her already, that she was longed for and that she’s our little miracle. And that I hate being pregnant, but I’m doing it for her. ❤
longing
Winter by the Black Sea
In my desire to cope with my severe winter apathy and in my longing for the mother country, however far and cold and unfriendly, I stumbled upon the photographic work of Dan Cristian Mihailescu and I found some deliverance.
It’s the deserted landscapes that appeal to me, you get the feeling that when winter sets in, human presence recedes. In its desolation, the beach and its rocks seem to cling to life in a desultory manner. 
I long for an empty field, where winters come and go and leave only traces of seagull steps in the snow. 
Source: http://www.danmihailescu.ro
Longing
All this longing,
For lands unseen
And people unknown,
For a self untainted
By everyday hassle.
I´m longing for naked pages,
Naked toes
And naked spaces.
If I could catch my spirit
I´d bottle it down
And stare at it for hours
Pull a face at it
And maybe caress it
Hush, little baby,
Don´t you cry.
April 2016
Wishing for summer
Now that spring is here (at last!), I find myself dreaming of summer more and more. In fact, it´s just a couple of months away! Summer for me will always be bare toes, white houses by the sea, lazy mornings in bed, garden parties, cocktails, flowers and beach babes. What´s your idea of a perfect summer? This is mine!
1. Bougainvillea in Greece, matching the door, how cute is that? Continue reading
Sugarcoat
Sugarcoat it, baby, won´t you?
Let your words fall down on my hopes
Like December snow
On my sleepy lashes.
Come to me sooner
And stay with me longer
Like a morning dream
Lingering when the alarm clock sets off.
January 2016
Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
xxx, Alina
Max Mara
Max Mara is my all time favorite brand and their timeless dresses make my heart skip a beat whenever I see them. So what better day to post these beauties than on a Monday, and a rainy/snowy one moreover? The weather Gods still haven´t decided if it´s winter or spring, one thing is certain though, keep inside and dream of palm trees, if you can! And while dreaming of summer, take a look at some dresses that would make a grown man cry! 😉 Whether you´re a smart business woman, a sporty or a classic gal, there´s something here for everyone! These would be my choices if money was no issue. 😉 Wish I had a bottle of prosecco to drown my longing while we´re at it!
life in a bubble 