Sunday, September 27, 2015


As Coldplay's tunes goes..

If I was said to had a tattoo a few years ago, I would laugh. I was thinking that any sketch is that suitable for me and that I will regret making it.

Last winter, this Picasso's sketch appeared on a tumblr page and I thought.."Hm..this could look nice as a tattoo on me" so after a lot of deliberation with myself-here it's me with my first tattoo. :)

Can't wait until the time it'll be healed!!

Monday, September 7, 2015

Cake Recipe


1 cup butter

1 cup sugar

2 cups of flour

5 eggs

1 vanila

1 teaspoon salt

4 tablespoon cocoa

6 tablespoon of milk

Forests Nymph

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

What's "Iron fist in a Flowerish Glove" ?

It's not yet widely known, but Flower Dust World has also a page on tumblr . 

There, you may find what inspires me, my fashion picks, clever and touching quotes, beautiful pictures from dinners and brunches. However, on that page, I won't post  anything personal-anything that I've done. The place for this kind of stuff, is Flower Dust World. You may check it out, and in case that you have a tumblr account, follow me and let me know whether you want to show me your page or other blogs that you find cool. I would love to.
Please be lenient, cause there are only a few days since I've started it and I'm still discovering this kind of blogging.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

"August is leaving.."

Smoking flowers, 
to take their magic.
Take their vividness, these hazy days.

August last days, 
bring a sweet dolor.
Bitter Sweet.

The air becomes cooler, 
nights started to last longer,
the perfect season to meet you again.

Friday, August 21, 2015


Moments in life that are great.
Moments in dreams that are greater.
Moments that never took place and they never will,the greatest.

A play in my head.
Neutral scene, kind of minimal.
Two faces as a cast, with lost sight.

Now there is a dolor around the air.
Grey color in the atmosphere.
August last days didn't meant to be anything special.
It was just an illusion.

An iron fist, in a flowerish glove.
My presence.
I can stand many things, 
on overpressure situations I kick against.
Can't live behind a glass enjoying limited freedom.
Too old for that. 

The maximum pain,
at the end of the day.
It'll start to reduce
since moon will appear 
to the dark sky's area.

Willingness has remained repressed for those two pairs of blurred eyes.
Unknown what is reserved to happen.
A chance we let go to waste.
A hologram that deserved to turn real but didn't,
will always has effect on us. 

I'm gonna face the wind 
I'm gonna face summer-sky
Sea's salty drops will clear my mind.
Won't kill my dreams 
for moments with you under a red veil.
There is gonna be a noteworthy period for us someday.