sábado, 28 de março de 2009

I like movies where day-to-day life details are given. Waking up, for instance: the beginning silence, looking out the window to see how the weather looks like, getting up and preparing yourself for the day. Taking a shower, the sound of the water running. Just this act makes you expect what of great is coming next. And the surrounding silence is a big factor. It comes accross with yourself, with your own normal life, which you end up believing can be considered a script for a movie.

I'm sitting in front of my computer and listening to the rythm of my own breathing. Due to a cold, my nose is not flowing properly and as it is so late, my breathing is the only sound I hear with the typing of my words. I am tired and try to keep myself awake to write a decent text. Now that I've started, better to write something worth. How do I know something's worth? Someone asked me the same question a couple of days ago. Of course I can't answer that. I told him, well, write exactly what is describing your acts and thoughts. What catches the public is their identification with your words. Very probably there is someone who felt the exact same way.

My problem with writing is that I always get to the point where my inspiration fails. It isn't even failing, as this means a momentaneous weakness, but rather a disconnecting. So normally I delete the whole text and decide to try another time. What will I write about now?

On the wall in front of me, there is a small picture of a old woman inside an old airplaine. She has one of these old pilot glasses, which look like two bottle bottoms, in her eyes, and she looks very brave, almost as saying "I'll get this thing to fly and I'll get very far". It's a postcard I found in a store. The proud look of the old woman enchanted me, so I took it with me home.

Above it , there is another picture of a ballarina looking at her skirt. No face is drawed, just a profile image.The text says "Lulu. Drei Schritte bis zum Fenster". Does she carry any simbolism? Maybe disappontment, maybe's she's reflecting if she really likes dancing. Or maybe she just doesn't like her yellow skirt. She is barefoot,which can mean she usually does not dance.

Nothing is great, nothing is surprising. Guess I need to give it all a thought.

Good night.

2 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

Just want to say what a great blog you got here!
I've been around for quite a lot of time, but finally decided to show my appreciation of your work!

Thumbs up, and keep it going!

Cheers
Christian, iwspo.net

Sophia disse...

happy to hear! I haven't been writing for some months, as you noticed, I think I'm just more of a summer person, waiting to get some inspiration. :) how did you find the blog? cheers