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.Skjermbilde 2017-01-10 10.40.27.pngIt’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. Skjermbilde 2017-01-10 10.41.13.pngI long for an empty field, where winters come and go and leave only traces of seagull steps in the snow. Skjermbilde 2017-01-10 10.42.29.pngskjermbilde-2017-01-10-10-43-31

Source: http://www.danmihailescu.ro

 

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!

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Pablo Neruda

This one is for you, dear Tsoki. You introduced me to this great poet 15 years ago and I´ve searched comfort in his verses one too many times. As much as I wish it weren´t so, my inner frame is pretty frail and I suffer compulsively, almost like I´m enjoying it. Anyways. This is how I feel today:

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines

by 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! 

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