I would really like to change the layout of this blog. Nothing too drastic and still simple and easy to read but I have no idea how to do it! Anyone can suggest anything? I have looked at blogger's new 'design' template feature and I really do not like the look of any of them.
I will be eternally grateful for any help!
Best
Rebecca
Thursday, 15 July 2010
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
I'm planning an update on the website!
So hold tight! But to keep you going I thought I should post this wonderful thing I just found via Gala Darling (She is always the greatest inspiration to me so I highly suggest you check out her blog when you get a chance!). G.P.S : Global Poetry System is a wonderful website that specialiseing in maping poetry from members across the globe in a similar way to flickr with photographs on a map or an iPhone with it's location settings. I find it fascinating to discover poetry from my home town, and to hear stories from people I have never met. Such an inspiration! So here is an example of a piece I just read:
"beautiful things can happen everywhere
but this nightfall in london had something magical in it
not the mist of a polluted claustrophobic london
it was a day coming to an end and promising a new dawn
as i walked alone across Thames, i felt it as the perfect metaphor for my own loneliness
the silence, the low-lights, the wind blowing
on my face and the sound of my footsteps.
i must have walked across the whole riverside
stopping occasionaly to glance the buildings on the other margin
so many shapes and sizes and i felt so small, unsignificant
unknown, anonymous, a little human exploring another planet
a labyrint and a melting pot but not a place to harbour my soul
in fact that nightfall was so lovely because in a souless place
i found a piece of something rare
a piece of genuine joy and freedom upon the form of an old man playing guitar
he was there as alone as i was, and i could see tiredness in his eyes
he had nobody to listen to his songs, but he sang as if the whole city was listening
he sang as if everyday he was running out of time to be happy
as if his rough voice was about to be soon silenced
i smiled and he told me "come back ,come dance"
and i did come back.
i told him "you should record a CD sir"
he replied he was doing that just for fun.
How many things do we do just for fun in our everyday life?
i felt the echo of his words in the back of my mind
and was invaded by a sense of shame because
ultimately he´s the old man, im the young woman with a life ahed
i should be the one doing things just for fun
but then again i realised ageing grants ppl the possibility to have fun with simple things
they know clock is ticking whereas us, live as if the world was ours and as if we owned time
so in that nightfall over london i got home
opened the window to feel the breeze and the sounds of the night
and took a deep breathe to exhale my solitude
I realised, the more plans i make, I keep walking aimlessly
like i did on that nightfall over london."
Uploaded By: Inês Lopes on 13 November 2009
"beautiful things can happen everywhere
but this nightfall in london had something magical in it
not the mist of a polluted claustrophobic london
it was a day coming to an end and promising a new dawn
as i walked alone across Thames, i felt it as the perfect metaphor for my own loneliness
the silence, the low-lights, the wind blowing
on my face and the sound of my footsteps.
i must have walked across the whole riverside
stopping occasionaly to glance the buildings on the other margin
so many shapes and sizes and i felt so small, unsignificant
unknown, anonymous, a little human exploring another planet
a labyrint and a melting pot but not a place to harbour my soul
in fact that nightfall was so lovely because in a souless place
i found a piece of something rare
a piece of genuine joy and freedom upon the form of an old man playing guitar
he was there as alone as i was, and i could see tiredness in his eyes
he had nobody to listen to his songs, but he sang as if the whole city was listening
he sang as if everyday he was running out of time to be happy
as if his rough voice was about to be soon silenced
i smiled and he told me "come back ,come dance"
and i did come back.
i told him "you should record a CD sir"
he replied he was doing that just for fun.
How many things do we do just for fun in our everyday life?
i felt the echo of his words in the back of my mind
and was invaded by a sense of shame because
ultimately he´s the old man, im the young woman with a life ahed
i should be the one doing things just for fun
but then again i realised ageing grants ppl the possibility to have fun with simple things
they know clock is ticking whereas us, live as if the world was ours and as if we owned time
so in that nightfall over london i got home
opened the window to feel the breeze and the sounds of the night
and took a deep breathe to exhale my solitude
I realised, the more plans i make, I keep walking aimlessly
like i did on that nightfall over london."
Uploaded By: Inês Lopes on 13 November 2009
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