Minervaplein Sunday

Another Sunday escapes the trap of his spider web at Minervaplein. While so many managed to enjoy the guilty pleasure of doing absolutely nothing; he managed to suffer gingerly about not doing enough. This constant preoccupation with productivity on his leisure time was one of his many, less obvious, but nonetheless, equally enchanting idiosyncrasies. Counting cheese and bread slices was another one.

En la tina I

Se sentía como camisa recién lavada y planchada

Baths: a cheap luxury, a weekly vacation. She smelled good, felt renewed, clean, and relaxed. She imagined this is how a freshly laundered and ironed shirt felt. Sitting in this aromatic water was like breathing a safe ocean. An ocean where magically, and slowly, worries drowned voluntarily and disappeared into the underworld down the drain. Thoughts deserted the mind, the body surrendered to warm waves of perfume. A soothing scent that tickled the nose and tricked her into believing the world was full of poetry and beauty. Until she woke up from her dream as the water turned cold.

Chin up, chest up, shoulders down.

Looking for stability and balance at the barre: A couple of times a week I go to ballet class. I am determined to be physically (and emotionally) balanced and flexible. I am learning how muscles that I wasn't aware of feel, what they can do,  how they hurt in different ways, and how to isolate their movements.

How I feel during barre exercises in ballet while following perfectly coordinated 19 year-old ballerinas (or 80’s songs).

1. Too Shy  -Kajagoogoo
2. Only in My Dreams  -Debbie Gibson 
3. Under Pressure  -Queen and David Bowie 
4. Here I Go Again -Whitesnake
5. Welcome to the Jungle  -Guns N' Roses 
6. Livin' on a Prayer -Bon Jovi 

vanilla and dead orchids

Another bright, white, tropical day of vanilla and orchids. Two years had been born and died since she left the country house of her youth. The place where time stood still and nothing ever changed.

He could not notice her hesitating into the dark, cold room with the heavy furniture and the cool red velvet chairs. She approached him, and their childhood dreams bombarded her. The buried ghost of their life together haunted her.