happy halloween!

Homeland

 

Homeland. 

A letter in the mailbox. This line in elegant type:

"Welcome to the United States"

Green card.

 

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Do do do do do do do do

Do do do do do do do do

Walk on the wild Side, Lou Reed

And how I arrived here: 

It feels sooo long ago.

(pictures from the Chicago Botanic Garden, model trains)

fall, pumpkins and kids

Pumpkin patch weekend, adding traditions...

And Marc is not a baby anymore, when happened? He is 17 months now...

Spooky sweet bugs

- Hi, Lady Bug.

(Not close to my reaction to bugs...Now I developed a new phobia: arachnids!

Recently I had to protect my family from one whose body (without legs)was peanut- sized!)

Freckled project

Old sketch for a (failed-)project. Guess who?

I am Pippi Longstocking.
If you say it fast it's funny.
Pippi Pippi Longstocking,
how I love my happy name

Have a good weekend!

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Please, remember me happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin, the time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention

IRON & WINE, The trapeze swinger

that (roasted) dark side

The Constant.

And then, those naive plots...

Like somebody banksying coffe pots around the city...

It makes me laugh every time it comes to my mind.

Thursday.

the magic of reading

The magic of reading...

It always calms their bunny soul 

after and exhausting day.  

Those vintage paper things still have that magic. 

Yoga in Stress out

-Let's get rid of stress with a yoga class, friends!

Soap

Have a good weekend!

And Baday Soap to clean a bad day...:)

Sticky identity

Identity sticks with you, you don't decide.

Can't run away from identity. Sticky identity...

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“In Spanish añoranza comes from the verb añorar (to feel nostalgia), which comes from the Catalan enyorar, itself derived from the Latin word ignorare (to be unaware of, not know, not experience; to lack or miss), In that etymological light nostalgia seems something like the pain of ignorance, of not knowing. You are far away, and I don't know what has become of you. My country is far away, and I don't know what is happening there”
                                  ― Milan Kundera, Ignorance