This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.

Oh wait.. is not Halloween?

I should post something more floral and colourful

or something more season appropriate?

No! I refuse to accept that summer is coming!!!!! Nope, nope, noopee!!

I don't like the heat, i don't like the hot sun, i don't even like spring anymore 

(not that nowadays we enjoy spring). 

For me, and for this poor little blog, it is going to be Halloween 365.

Embrace yourselves my lovely friends...Winter is coming again... at least in here!

I I have banned summer from my page, officially :D

For the rainy days or when i want to scare the children, 

i grab my Halloween bag, a special gift from a special lady across the Atlantic!

I hate beer but the little voice inside my head told me to buy it.

This was a bit good buti would rather drink sake.

New and most favourite shoes ever!!

I got them in a huge discount sale this February. 

They are pretty and comfortable!

New ring for 0.50 euro. Is it a monkey's skull, is it a human's skull? 

Is it a skull in general? Who knows...

Top favourite movie Memoirs of a Geisha (2005).

The book came to my life a few months ago when i found it 

in a bookstore for only 5 euros. (The past few years, 

i'm having the best luck on finding cheap books!)

Memoirs of a Geisha is a historical novel by American author Arthur Golden, 

published in 1997. The novel, told in first person perspective, tells the fictional story of a geisha

 working in Kyoto, Japan, before and after World War II.

 Powerful book. The language is simple, 

the writer paints a very clear picture of the time and place, of people and their emotions. 

It's not a book for you to learn about the glorious Japanese culture. 

You are only scratching the surface, a surface written by a western author.

Yes it has some flaws here and there, but overall, it is a gorgeous effort.

So glad i found it, so happy i was able to read it!!

“Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. 

It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can 

do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we 

wonder what has become of it.” ― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

“Occasionally in life we come upon things we can't understand, 

because we have never seen anything similar.” ― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha