Tuesday, November 17, 2015

I am rich...

     I am rich... Really rich. I love and I am loved, i have friends all over the world, my parents love me, I enjoy sunny days as well as rainy days, i am free, I like snow, I can sing, I do what I like, I make my own choices, I read books, I like my reflection, I enjoy every moment, I love my cat, I like games, I love my job, I am a traveler and I have a lot of good memories. .... And I would have a lot more reasons to enumerate... 
              So think about this next time you waste time not being happy!

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Punishment....of a small girl...

                       I have never wrote about punishments but lately something triggered a memory from my childhood, back when my father wanted to give me a proper education.
                         This happened when I was 5 years old. Ever since I was a little girl I was charmed by the beauty of my mother and the way she organised her clothes ( everything was ironed and on hangers and smelled in an unique way ) and how she made herself different skirts and dresses to be fashionable in that time. I must say that in those times my family was poor and we lived in a complex of flats which belonged to the car factory my parents worked in.The point is that they worked in  shifts and they were never home so I basically grew up almost alone. But this is another story.
                         It was a nice sunny day of September and my parents were at work. I had a lot of toys mostly dolls so I was obsessed of making clothes for them. And in this particular day I wanted to iron one handkerchief my mother gave me to make a dress out of it. So I put the iron into the socket and I waited for it to heat up so I could do my job. Well this was what I have intended to do. What I didn't know, was that my father decided to check on me and in his lunch break he got home. Just when I was about to start ironing my father entered the room and  caught me on the job. He got so angry as he thought I would set the room on fire and decided to punish me never to touch the iron or anything that goes into the socket again.  
                        I didn't know what the nearest future held in store for me but it was not long before I found out. So, my father took the heated iron and started ironing my hands. It was painful! But the thing that hurt me most was the fact he put alcohol on my hands and left me crying alone inside the house. He then left to work and by the time my mother came home I fainted from pain. 
                              I couldn't eat by myself for two weeks. But I never touched anything nor put anything into the socket again.  They say "what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger". I guess it is a true fact. But I still think the punishment was too drastic.

                                                                                                      XOXO Elle



Shades of blue

Tuesday, July 28, 2015


                     Recently, I was looking through my things and I realized that in the past ten years I have no memories...no pictures, no souvenirs... nothing to show to my friends and family, and above all, nothing to look at and live good moments by taking myself back in time. This is kind of sad and it got me wondering about my identity as a human. Because, if I am looking into my family memories I guess it is the same thing....we don't have a hall of fame wall or pictures of our happy live together all around the house. And this is sad too. All the pictures I've found are from periods of time like: when I was 4 years old I cut my hair really short and i got punished by my parents and this was depicted in a photo taken by my uncle; from primary school I have a few photos something like 4 in 8 years with all the classmates and teachers; I don't have pictures from highschool; one time I was with my parents at the seaside they got a new camera and made a lot of pictures in 3 days; otherwise that is all. I guess we are not the type of family that want to depict every joyfull moment. 
                     And yeah I am still sad. But not demotivated. Because I know I can start now building my hall of fame. It is never too late to start doing something. So wish me luck! :)
meet me in paris


self confidence

Thursday, June 18, 2015


                 Ever since I was a little girl, I thought love stories are simple fairy tales and the fact of being in love was only considered attraction at first and then just good communication ( or not ). I mean, how many of you really felt that connection with the loved one was forever and didn't eye-caught another person? Just be realistic and remember we live in a world were everything moves really fast and due to the rate of divorces per year I can say that either we get bored, or we just don't know how to mend our relationship through good communication. 
                    I have recently read an article about hair and through out the history, people believed that hair growth is linked with the energetical waves of a person, especially on women. So women were taught to grow long hair and take good care of it, wore it tangled because they say in a tangle is the union of body, mind and spirit. That being said, the hair of a woman was considered the power of her husband, reason why in wars, the opponents use to capture the women of the leader and they cut her hair in order to drain power from her husband. You may ask why is this relevant. Well, since we don't believe in it anymore....is not. But what about ying and yang? I mean, there has to be a pair for everybody and if this is true why love stories are not magical?  I just made this parenthesis for what I am about to tell you.
                  It seems that we are not able to control ourselves when it comes to attraction or maybe the best way to say is hormones. For me the commitment between two persons is sacred, as long as they are together. You may say I am old fashion. I have to tell you that I am not. I just think that while two people swore love one to another they have to be faithful and opened, because only like this they can overcome sadness and anxiety. And if after some time they discover they are not to be together, just close the deal in a peaceful way. No need for drama or some other stuff. Everybody has to be strong and think about endings as new ways of begining.
                A friend of mine came to me the other day and said someone she haven't seen in a long time told her he was feeling something about her. She just sat there in front of him and didn't know what to say. And what was really disturbing was that he just got married. The only way of dealing with this kind of situation is to show how strong she really is and also to keep her integrity at the highest level. Only then one will know oneself really good. I must say again, I am not old fashion but I just don't uderstand this kind of persons who don't really know what they want in life. Can you judge me? I believe no one wants to be in the wife's shoes...why not be sincere and thoughtful with ourselves? 
                Getting  back to fairy tales, I must say that if we don't believe in them, of course they don't exist. Because by believing one will see is a true saying.....
                                                                                        XOXO  Elle                  
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Thursday, March 26, 2015


                       Take a step back and look at your life....How many years have passed since You were born? And now, start analyzing different periods of time: how did you act, how did you feel, how did you see the others, and the list can go on.
                        I think some people don't remember when they were babies. First, You found yourself in a new territory where people spoke a strange language and they were big compared to You. Of course you saw the dog, a fury creature that seemed to like you, but that wasn't enough, because you had to learn how to communicate with the big ones, you started walking and also experienced cold, warmth, and by the time you realised the growth of your teeth, you were already a toddler. And what do you know...you met the others...hmm...different genders...quite strange...but still you did an awesome job communicating with them. You also learned you could run and You started expressing yourself in many ways.
                        Being a small kid wasn't easier, because You had to go to school and somethimes your reactions to certain things and occasions brought arguments and punishment from the big ones that now you call parents. Well to be onest, You thought they were intruders that are always against your actions. But overall, You dealt with this phase of your life quite well... You can say time helped and made You more counscious of your actions.
                      Now the adolescence phase was a very tricky one. You had to know how to separate the good and the wrong and sometimes You took the wrong decisions that brought consequences, but wait...You didn't seem to learn from that, You were a rebel and did everything against the advices the others gave you. In the end, You just wanted to run away from home...you wanted to feel free, but what You didn't know is that freeedom brings responsability of your own thoughts, acts and sometimes is hard to deal with it. 
                    By the time You were an adult You had been through a lot of situations and learned from them and also became much wiser. Now it's your turn to be the big one and to assume everything you do even if is right or wrong.
                    In time you will become the one that is responsable to watch the steps of the small ones and guide them. You are the teacher now and You have to treat this with maturity and wiseness. 
                     Bottom idea is that every day is an adventure and you should enjoy living ... because this is the gift You received when You were born.
                                                                                                                 By Elle

Monday, February 23, 2015

Not another day without sun...

         I've been willing to write about this for quite some time, but somehow I got stuck when it comes about inspiration. 
        Every day I wake up in the morning and start doing plans for the day, and by the time night comes I just sumarize and go to sleep. This is not a general rule, but let's face it, 90% of the cases it happends likewise. As we are so into routines, sometimes we forget to see the beautiful nature that sorounds us and most important we don't really see the sun. In any case, we don't pay attention at some really important things. Usually when is cloudy we think that is no Sun on the sky. Wrong... The Sun is there and I know this because then we have natural light. It doesn't have to be bright to be there. 
       Imagine a day without Sun.... It's hard... Lifeless Earth... Same as any other planet... Dark, cold, lonely...
       The same thing can happen to us if we loose our faith and if we don't embrace every day with positive feelings. So be gratefull with what we have, live with joy, love everything and you'll never have another day without Sun. Because the saddest thing is to have a dead spirit inside a body. 
         Sumarizing: everyday is special and no matter if it's cloudy or sunny, good things can happen. And the best is that we can live at the fullest and we have the power of decision. 

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Sunny day.....

               Spring is trying to get out from the icy kingdom and Sun is helping her by melting the last part of coldness. I know Winter is not happy but life is a cycle and  hers has ended.
                Let it be!!!!
waiting for spring

The Mouse, The Trap and The piece of Cheese....part 2

                My case about the mouse remained unsolved as I decided to wait for solutions from my readers and they were a lot and in any way so different one of another. Today I just want to make a connection between them and try to figure out what is the best to do, what is the wrong and what is the bottom idea.....
                So the little mouse was standing before the big and yellowish piece of cheese. What he didn't know was that the perfect piece of cheese was hiding inside of a trap....
                I. The little mouse goes for it and gets stuck inside the trap and after a lot of suffering he dies. This is courageous, but also irresponsable and to make an analogy with what happends in real life  this is also the stupid way to do it. I think is not proper to go to war without forming an army or without having a scout to the enemy so that you know what you have against you. 

               II. The mouse is curious so he inspects the area really carefully. Even though he is hungry he is also scared so now the best way of doing things is to analyze every fact... but carefull, not to analyze too much... time is short and also the piece of cheesse is a perishable good so he can also loose it. Analog to this there are people that wait too long before they go for it and it's to late. If you don't do it at the right time that train is lost and you have to search for another and other route, maybe longer, and if you start analyzing again it's worthless. The hunger will eat you alive.

                III. Curiousity killed the cat, but not the mouse. So, be courious, learn and apply everything within the perfect timing. How will you know it's the right time? You will feel it and the universe will show you.... Trust yourself! Trust your instincts!

                Our little mouse was really courious and inspected every inch of the trap. He didn't know what to do, but he was so hungry... He heard some noises and he hid in a  small hole waiting to be safe. The man who carried the cart appeard and set another trap and the little mouse saw how it worked. Soon after the man left, the mouse searched for a stick and tried to put it inside the trap. At firstwas worthless but he didn't stop and he tried until he finally got it. Now he must find a place to hide and maybe find some company ( friends..) so that his life will be easier. And who knows, maybe he will find his familly. 
                                                                                          THE END
Secret life

Thursday, January 29, 2015

The Mouse, the trap and the piece of cheese...Part I

                      Today I feel like trying with a small story I wrote 2 days ago and I will let You decide what is the moral of it. So, let's get started... :)
                        Once upon a time, a little mouse lived alone in a faraway land. All his family had run away when a flood came across their den. He took refuge up the hill and lost contact with them and ever since the little mouse wandered all alone. All summer he searched for food in the field, but the flood had damaged it and all the crops were corrupted. One day tired of all that running and also hungry, the little mouse find himself crying on the wayside. He cried so hard that from his tears small white flowers appeared from the ground but still nothing to eat. At one point, he fell asleep and dreamt about a special treat his father used to bring home after long absences. They called it cheese. In his dream, he came across a lot of signs that guided him to a place where cheese was reigning. Cheese smelled delicious and just when he was about to take a bite, something scared him and he woke up more hungry than before. 
                          The noise that woke him up was in fact a man pulling a cart filled with heavy stones. The little mouse had never seen a man before, but he assumed that were there are creatures there is food. Of course, he was afraid of being eaten ( he had heard a lot of stories about creatures that enjoy eating mice), but he took his chance. After all, he was going to starve to death, so he had to try at least something. Therefore, our little friend followed the man and after a long and exhausting walk they  got to a place where mouse found himself between creatures, ones friendly, others not so much. He tried to find some hideouts and by the time he was safe, he saw the most beautiful and yellow piece of cheese. His stomach was asking for a bite. ...just a small one... 
rainy day

Friday, January 16, 2015


              These last weeks I was focused to find out why people are sad, hungry, poor, ugly, sick, and the list can go on.....the first answer I got to is LOVE. Many will ask "what the f***?" and in some situations they cannot be blamed. But believe it or not LOVE is the answer. We live in a world in wich we are focused on our routines and we forget to truly live and truly love.And I am not talking about love between two people.
                Every morning I wake up I am happy for the new day that can bring me new opportunities and new challenges. This is love. When I go to work I am happy I can solve different situations and I can show my work to others. I do everything with love. When I look in the mirror I dance and make my body move in ways that I feel sexy, beautiful, perfect. I'm not in perfect shape, but I love my body. I don't steal from others and I respect myself. That's love. I try to face sickness with positivity because that is the way to beat it. And in the evening when I am heading home from work or when I am going to sleep I say the magic work "Thank You" for all the good things that happened during the day. There is no bad day. Every day is beautiful even if it rains, or it's sunny or snowy. That is also love. Loving your partner is not just butterflies, but respect. Don't listen to bad words...just Smile. I invite everybody to try this exercise for a month and you can see the difference.
planning ...