Arround The Well.

"The duty of youth is to challenge corruption"

Kurt Cobain.

Passive Me, Agressive You.

Easter bores me. (I know it doesn't makes sense, but this is like the first though that came to me, and I honestly didn't know how to start.)

In order to keep my once in a blue moon-writing rutine, today I decided to post the most remarkable images, moments, sounds... I have fell in love with lately... Which is, I know, exciting since I do it everytime I post.

Disgusting, indeed... yet, so tender. Whatever, he is Matt Damon. (Good Will Hunting, 1997)

Some people, where born to sit by a river. Some get struck by lightning. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim. Some know buttons. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people, dance. (The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button, 2008)

The picture talks for itself, doesn't it? (Photgraphed by: Bas Jan Ader) 

Plato used to say poetry was nearer to vital truth than history, and I see myself compelled to express my completely agreement with that statement. Uh, smart man.  By being bored (or not), you get to read a lot of poetry, If you want to. (I coudn't judge other alternatives as eating ice cream the whole night long while whatching Bridget Jones, elementary logic issue). That's why, I wanted to share the verses I love the most, right now.

O mistress mine, where are you roaming? 
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming 
That can sing both high and low; 
Trip no further, pretty sweeting, 
Journey's end in lovers' meeting-- 
Every wise man's son doth know. 

What is love? 'tis not hereafter; 
Present mirth hath present laughter; 
What's to come is still unsure: 
In delay there lies no plenty,-- 
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty, 
Youth's a stuff will not endure. 

Carpe Diem, by William Shakespeare.

Another moment must come to an end, which turns to be, me writing.

Au revoir...

L.

Madness, please.

Not because he's the singer of the breathtaking Indie Rock band One Night Only, or because he's a model for Burberry, but because he's my future husband, today I'm exclusively posting about... yes ladies, George Craig.

Tongue like electric, eyes like a child.

(I love every single song they've done, but this one is really good and it's featuring his ex-girlfriend Emma Watson, not to mention it's an adorable version of the lady and the tramp)

Have a nice week, thought watching George...who wouldn't?

L.

Here's to taking it easy.

Hey!

May has been a mess, but summer is on his way back, isn't he?
God save the sun.

My summer's must:

1. Beach, sweet beach:

We've been on the run

Driving in the sun

Looking out for number one

California here we come

Right back where we started from.

2. an intent of my future/expected 60's swimsuit:

A kiss on the hand may be quite continental,

But diamond's are a girl best friend.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2b0OyhDQEu8

3. thought I know I'll let myself fall in some of those Gilda/Pulp Fiction even Grease (to success in love make yourself a bitch) mythical afternoons during the summer, I have an amazing urge of re-watch "Whip it", just to say.

Oliver used to wear a Daniel Johnston t-shirt, that I really love now, so I'm posting my favourite song (of him):

(twisted meaning)

4. And a summer hit, wich is definetly going to be:

You're gone, gone, gone away,
I watched you disappeared.
All that's left is a ghost of you.

Always,
L.

Paris Night/New York Mornings.

Tonight I'm breaking mamma's rule.

(indeed)

I'm just a dreamer, aren't I?

Love, L. 

(Ps: happy weekend)

Julie Blue.

Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.

As long as you know men are like children, you know everything.

I'm just a musical prostitute, my dear.

Fashion fades, only style remains the same.

I don't know why you were diverted, 

You were perverted too.

Love, L.

The Princess And The Frog.

The world will always welcome lovers, as time goes by.

Je n'aime pas dans les vieux films américains quand les conducteurs ne regardent pas la route.

And there'll be sun, sun, sun.

Happy easter, L.