Real beauty


I must admit: I am still looking for the perfect face cream that will make me look radiant and perfect and the product that will help me loose kilos without diet (I love too much dessert…), but I know that real beauty is elsewhere. No cream will makes us a good, compassionate, passionate and brave and no pill will give us a clean conscience.

Emily J. wrote a fantastic post on attainable and lasting beauty and those characters making us (the reader) wanting to be a better and a more attractive person.

Do you have any characters that you admire for their beauty?


100 books of solitude

100 books of solitude

How many of those books have you read? And how much do you remember of each? Which one has touched you the most?

Well…for my part…I have read only 14 of them and don’t remember much (I have read most of all years and years ago…). However, the one book that touched and stuck with me is George Orwell’s 1984.

Julian Barnes: The Sense of an Ending

…when you are young, you think you can predict the likely pains and bleaknesses that age might bring, you imagine yourself being lonely, divorced, widowed; children growing away from you, friends dying. You imagine the loss of status, the loss of desire -and desirability. You may go further and consider your own approaching death, which, despite what company you may muster, can only be faced alone. But all this is looking ahead. What you fail yo do is look ahead, and the imagine yourself looking back from the future point. Learning the new emotions that time brings. Discovering, for example, that as the witnesses to your life diminish, there is less corroboration, and therefore less certainty, as to what you are or have been. Even if you have assiduously kept records – in words, sound, pictures – you may find that you have attended to the wrong kind of record-keeping.