Let's talk about music...

Lately, I have been feeling more moved by female music artists. It seems it's easier for women to express the way they feel. I just have to listen to music to feel this. I often feel that words can't totally describe the way I feel, but music certainly can! Sometimes when I listen to a song I've got the feeling that the lyrics and the music have been written for me, that the song is telling my story. When this happens, I feel deeply connected with the author of the song.
People who think that music used to be better in 'whatever period of time' annoy me as they seem blindfolded and seem to live in the past. There are so many talented artists out there, you just have to open your eyes and your ears!
Let me give you a list of musicians I've been listening to recently: Dry the River, Ben Howard, Land of Talk, We The Committee, Daughter, Lucy Rose, Bat for Lashes.

                                                          (Bat for Lashes' latest album : "The Haunted man")

Ophélie - Arthur Rimbaud

I've been inspired and fascinated by Arthur Rimbaud from a really young age. 

His poesie influenced the Symbolists, Dadaists, and Surrealists, and also the whole of modern literature.

He was known as a restless soul, he stopped writing at 21 and spent the rest of his life travelling, mostly in Africa, before dying from cancer at 37 years old (without even knowing that he had been published and that the whole world was talking about him).

Ophélie

I

Sur l'onde calme et noire où dorment les étoiles La blanche Ophélia flotte comme un grand lys, Flotte très lentement, couchée en ses longs voiles... - On entend dans les bois lointains des hallalis. Voici plus de mille ans que la triste Ophélie Passe, fantôme blanc, sur le long fleuve noir Voici plus de mille ans que sa douce folie Murmure sa romance à la brise du soir Le vent baise ses seins et déploie en corolle Ses grands voiles bercés mollement par les eaux ; Les saules frissonnants pleurent sur son épaule, Sur son grand front rêveur s'inclinent les roseaux. Les nénuphars froissés soupirent autour d'elle ; Elle éveille parfois, dans un aune qui dort, Quelque nid, d'où s'échappe un petit frisson d'aile : - Un chant mystérieux tombe des astres d'or

II

O pâle Ophélia ! belle comme la neige ! Oui tu mourus, enfant, par un fleuve emporté ! C'est que les vents tombant des grand monts de Norwège T'avaient parlé tout bas de l'âpre liberté ; C'est qu'un souffle, tordant ta grande chevelure, À ton esprit rêveur portait d'étranges bruits, Que ton coeur écoutait le chant de la Nature Dans les plaintes de l'arbre et les soupirs des nuits ; C'est que la voix des mers folles, immense râle, Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux ; C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau cavalier pâle, Un pauvre fou, s'assit muet à tes genoux ! Ciel ! Amour ! Liberté ! Quel rêve, ô pauvre Folle ! Tu te fondais à lui comme une neige au feu : Tes grandes visions étranglaient ta parole - Et l'Infini terrible éffara ton oeil bleu !

III

- Et le Poète dit qu'aux rayons des étoiles Tu viens chercher, la nuit, les fleurs que tu cueillis ; Et qu'il a vu sur l'eau, couchée en ses longs voiles, La blanche Ophélia flotter, comme un grand lys. Arthur Rimbaud

Premonition dreams

"We are more likely to have premonitions about those to whom we are emotionally attached" - Dr. Larry Dossey

I know that the majority of people don't believe in premonition dreams, I didn't really believe in them myself, but for two years now I've been having very strange dreams. All of them are about someone to that I used to be emotionally attached. I can't really describe them in this blog as it's quite private, all I can say is that these dreams usually warn me of 'something' & this 'something' usually happens shortly after.
About 10 years ago, one of my sisters disappeared for more than a year. One day I remember being in the kitchen with my mum and she told me calmly that my sister was coming back. At the time I didn't really believe her but later on, in the day, my sister came home. I would never forget that day.

What I'm trying to say is that I don't believe that either my mum or I are mediums, but I do believe, like a few doctors, that when a person is emotionally attached to someone, they can feel things about that person. It's like their mind is entwined with the other person's mind.

"My Blueberry Nights"

"How do you say goodbye to someone you can't imagine living without?

I didn't say goodbye. I didn't say anything. I just walked away."

My favourite scene of the film (No Copyright Infringement Intended)