Journal pages, Poetry and Prose  

[English] Volume: The Seconds of Teardrops Ember Magnolias Late ember magnolias bloom From frail silent buds, and you From their burning petals are born Fated to set fire to the world. Out burning like the sky at dusk Your fast existence's ablaze. How could you have lasted? This world is too small... And when you were lost, To the old tree I returned, And touched its fragile magnolias And called your name. But you were not reborn... I stepped on cold charcoals of heart. You w

Journal pages April 30th / May 1st, 2018 The Burnout Part 3 I started painting late January. I felt cracking and I was desperately looking for something to do. I wrote some poems; beautiful but depressing as hell. Didn’t really help as it was just pain staring in my face. I painted a tree. Looked terrible, since I hadn’t painted since 6th grade. But it had a lot of leaves. Which meant a lot of dots. Dots, dots, dots, hundreds of dots. I felt a bit psychotic. It felt a bit…cra

Journal pages April 30th / May 1st, 2018 The Burnout Part 2 I work from home. To be more exact, I do not have a job besides acting. I stay at home, and every day I do my bit: search the sites, apply if anything comes along, do my self-tapes, go training, learn or read scripts, decide if I like projects/scripts and if I want to apply and hope for an audition. And it is hard. It is. I do my stuff around the house, the garden, cook, wash, clean… you know the normal things. I cre

Journal pages April 30th / May 1st, 2018 The Burnout Part 1 It started a little while ago. About the beginning of 2018. I have had been in England for 3 and a half years, and have been acting for about the same amount of time. All was well, as it can be in the life of a human nowadays, with the inherent ups and downs, but suddenly it all collapsed. On all levels, everything seemed upside down, especially in some areas of my personal life and the acting career. Now, everyone h