FAMILY PHOTO

Givinchy Couture by Riccardo Tisci. From Dazed Digital.

MENTAL CORRIDOR

Mental corridor
Light from openings
Pushing me against
The opposite wall

I'm hiding in the
Shadow
Escaping from the wind
Of faded memories
Gashing my skin

Mental corridor
Will there ever be
A quiet hour
Without visitors to see?

Mental corridor
With a never-ending
Stream of traffic
Just stop pretending
That you got
A clue
Of what happens in
My head
Leave me in madness

Messy - just as my thoughts. xx Amanda

GOLDEN LEAVE

Autumn
Is like a warm
Breath in my neck
I turn around
Waiting to see
Eyes smiling at me
Instead the only thing
I see
Is a golden leave
At my feet

I love the scent of autumn, and I'm sure that this autumn will be perfect! Love to Sinne for taking the photos! xx Amanda.

TO LOOSE, TO BREAK

Looking out
Seeing nothing
Of this reality
Wich is not mine
To live, to have

Wanting all
Getting pieces
Of this world
Build up by numbers
To count, to keep

Loosing touch
Falling down
In this whirl
Filled with tiny fragments
To loose, to break

GREY WORLD

On Anna's request I'm uploading a lot of text I've done. I trust her taste (;
These are poems - lyrics if you want - that comes out of the moment. Sometimes it's a direct description of some experience, sometimes I don't even know what it's about myself. So feel free to interpret yourself - there isn't necessarily any answer.

Grey World
With raindrops hanging from
My lashes
A leave touches
My cheek
And suddenly making it wet
Hair is getting curly in the
Damp air
You touch my cheek
Now your fingertips are
Dripping too

Grey World
With a blanket of clouds
Under the sky
The clouds press us down
Against the ground
And we scream without
Words and oxygen
The rain is lulling us
To sleep
Close your eyes
Down here with me

Feeling
My breakdown
Hour for hour
Come with me
Make me see
Colours in this
Grey World

This, I wrote in the train this morning. xxoo Amanda.

STRAWBERRY TASTE

Kaskader af lys spejles
På øjenlåg
I et mørke hvor stemmer
Mødes, ordstrømme filtres
Og vi brænder efter det næste,
Den første,
Hende, ham, du, jeg
I en hvirvel af
Farver og partikler
Bedøvet af latter og grønne flasker
Tager du min hånd.
Lyserøde dråber på din pande
Reflekterer dine tanker.
Jordbærsmag.

Just something I wrote as I got a pen in my hands this morning. I thought of translating it, but in some way I like the honesty from my own language.
Tell me what you think! xx Amanda

STUPIDITY

(Mixed photos from Platform photo blogs and the "Be Stupid" campaign)

Really, you have to be a little stupid sometimes. Not in the "I-can't-spell-my-own-name-way", but in the "I-don't-care-way". 'Cause, in the middle of this world of numbers, it's the crazy ones getting the ideas. The most genius and creative people have behaved pretty stupid (look for instance at Einstein and Kurt Cobain), and maybe you really have to be smart to be stupid?

Well, being stupid isn't something I can practise on a daily basis, but I'm good at it, when it gets me! That's why I'm kind of in love with Diesel's "Be Stupid" campaign. And least of all the people on Platform.com and Karley Sciortino from Slutever.blogspot.com. Because, these people aren't just stupid people - they are gifted people doing stupid and spontaneous stuff.

Stupidity is fun, and people shouldn't be so afraid of doing, what they really want to do. Who cares?! I believe, that in stupidity you can find truth. xx Amanda.