number one photo ( office view)

disorder

....here in this almost desert:

I do not feel like December...
I work from Sunday to Thursday.
Shops are open at 4pm.
And here it's 3 hours more than at home....

messy messy me

My present future

"Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!"

Leonard Cohen

chove chuva

It's my firts weekend here.

And it rains.....it rains so much....I'm stuck in this hotel room.
Rain in Middle East is like having an ilegimate...something.
It's abhorrently shalow
Rain here doesn't give you any feeling....
Everything gets this gray layer with a 55% transparency.

Today I curse and I feel so utterly alone.

antithesis

I am quite dissastisfied with one thing....
This is an island....and there are no wonderfull beaches!

no bells

Woke up with the muezzin reciting the adhan, the islamic call to prayer.
There are no bells here.

Those bells that make me feel so at ease.

baby alone in bahrain

Estou sozinha....sempre sozinha...aqui, ali, em casa.
Nas cidades por onde andei...
Com os poucos amantes que tive.
Este estado lonely....well...sou eu.

post bahrain

I won't make a new blog.....it will be this one...as always....
I'm still me.
I am just posting somewhere else.