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Saro solo un treno in transito and what that means to me


Bonsoir a tous,

I apologize profusely for not posting yesterday, I came home pretty late and didn’t realize when I had knocked out sleeping.

I was thinking about what to write today and the words wouldn’t flow. I felt some sort of block. ( writer’s block/ writer’s doubt) Most of the time writing comes to me pretty naturally. I have a story I want to share and I do. Before starting this blog I had stacks of notebooks filled with tiny blurbs. Monologues, plays, diary entries, it would be a melange of things. Whatever I was feeling, I would express it, I wouldn’t censor myself. Sometimes I feel like I should censor myself. Even contemplating about the fact that I feel I should censor myself caused me to want to edit myself and that statement. “People don’t want to read that.” And the little voice appears. That little voice that knows when you have an inch of doubt, It could be about anything, writing, a decision. The little voice convinces us not to trust ourselves. And sometimes we believe it. It came from within, it must be right. It’s not. Not always. I believe in listening to our intuition, I think that doesn’t lead us astray. Our intuition would tell us to trust that although things may seem scary, to trust that we will be taken care of. We are works in progress; I used to be focused on the next 3 steps. What will happen next, I wasn’t focusing on what happened in front of me. I remembered the past but wanted to live in the future, that future where everything would finally be settled. What I failed to realize is that we are constantly in motion.

It actually hit me, I learned the lesson when I was in Italy. I was in Calabria, the streets were filled with graffiti. The people each on their individual journeys some walked alone, other in pairs; I watched them until I noticed something spray painted in Italian.  The wall read:

“Saro solo un treno in transito”

I came to find out that it meant. I will only be a train in motion.

In motion, In transition, In progress, in the process of.

I see a train. I see it glide before my eyes. I watch it pass me by. I feel the wind gently caress my face. A smile takes over. Then I realize I’m that train. I’m on a constant journey. The little voice forgets that, it wants us to doubt ourselves, to doubt our potential. However big or small when we fail to be honest with ourselves, we relinquish a little control to the voice that will have us doubt ourselves for life. Nothing will ever be enough for the little voice. When you think about it, the end result of anything is a fleeting moment. The middle, one foot in front of the other, that’s the exciting part, because there’s still so much more ahead and it could be anything, we could make it anything.

Today, I choose to dream, to be happy, right now. Writing, listening to music, be-ing.

Today I choose to be.

A la prochaine,

De moi pour toi


Robert Doisneau: His camera, his pictures and the impressions left behind


Bonsoir tout le monde,

 Robert Doisneau was an award-winning french photographer who knew not only how to capture moments but how to create them as well. Born in Gentilly, France  April 4th 1912- April 1st 1994, Doisneau left behind his vision of the French people, his photographs capture an enormous range. I especially love his pictures featuring children running free and wild like little adults. These pictures reminded me of the movie Le ballon Rouge, which tells the story of a little boy who develops a friendship with a ballon. The movie was filmed in 1950’s and won numerous awards. I also enjoy the pictures featured below, you’ll probably recognize one the photos, entitled Le basier de l’hotel ville, his most famous work. I remembering first seeing that picture years ago I had no idea who he was back then, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I still can’t.

Robert Doisneau, Le velo du Printemps, 1948

Robert Doisneau, Le Basier de L’Hotel de Vilne, 1950


Les Amoureux aux Poireaux, 1950 © Robert Doisneau

“Life is short. Break the rules. Forgive quickly. Kiss slowly. Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably and never regret anything that made you smile!”
Robert Doisneau

A la prochaine,

De moi, pour toi

Flowers in the field- Reblogged from Ooggetuige


I could not look at this photo and not share. I found this charming picture on Ooggetuide’s Blog. It’s so beautiful, I could just imagine him running around the grass feeling the texture, pulling it and running away with it, laughing knowing that in this moment the whole world is his playground. I can’t help but smile, so much life and joy found in his eyes, his smile.
I’m gonna leave you with my favourite quote from Picasso.
He says ” Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist when we grow up.”
Lets find our inner child today.

Thank you again Ooggetuige for posting “Flowers in the Field”

Have an amazing weekend,

A la prochaine,
De moi, Pour toi


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Sun and Shade 1952


Bonsoir tout le monde,

I love to stumble upon something and instantly know I have to write about it.

The picture is called Sun and Shade (1952). The Photographer Roy Decarva.

There was something about this photographer that reminded me of Henri-Cartier Bresson, I think it was the feeling it inspired, the sense of capturing a fleeting moment.

When I see this picture I feel like I could be in two places at once. I feel like the woman in this photo is part of something bigger, she has a je ne sais quoi about her. Her shadow is lost in the shade, its as if for a moment it’s not with her.


I can’t stop staring at this photo!

Roy Decarava says: “I don’t really think that the technique really determines the veracity of the image. It’s what the image does to the viewer that determines whether it’s right or wrong.”

a la prochaine,

De moi, pour toi