I need a bohemian atmosphere

Last saturday´s simplicity was pleasantly disturbed when the word "Performance" slipped out of my mouth.

The sound of one word and the smiles of the girls in return was enough to turn the afternoon into a fun rollercoastered ride.

A sudden invitation into Mick and Anita´s bizarre lysergic world of madness and mind games was too tempting to decline.
It had been a while since i had dived into that crazy cocktail of sex, drugs and rock n´roll, best known as Cammell´s creation
and though a few details were forgotten, the memory of a lovely bohemian lifestyle remained.
Within minutes, the room became an amusing wonderland where girls with flowers on her clothes and glasses of wine in their hands
danced around wrapped in colorful veils, falling on shiny cushions every now and then,
near scented candles enjoying every inch of Jagger´s psychedelic universe.
What can i say? We got a little bit inspired.
Immersed in a conversation of pop art, the nostalgia of the swinging sixties, Anita´s beauty and Mick´s dark hair and black eyes
which seemed too much, we realised "Memo from Turner" had been on repeat for a while and the wine and the movie were equally over.
Funny part happened when the boy came in and found fantasyland right in front of his eyes. Only proper answer,
"The only performance that makes it, that makes it all the way, is the one that achieves madness".
There you go, baby.

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.Wrap around my dreams, baby.

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.Dreams, they´ve gone through me like wine through water
And altered the colors of my reality.

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A little bit Country. A little bit Rock n´ Roll.

.She's a little bit of full grown-woman, she's a little bit of child

I like that peaceful easy feeling of a laid back country song
And when I sing my rock n' roll, I can sing it all night long.

Lately, the need of distraction and romance caught me reading poetry and Kerouac´s wisdom under the light of a full moon.
Refillable mugs of black coffee on the floor, the comfort of dusty leather boots and the sound of old country ballads flirting with rock n´roll songs
was everything i needed to let myself go in a world of appealing inspiration before dawn.
The last star finally said goodbye when i found myself enjoying some guitar chords and writing again, to my surprise.
I say, ´to my surprise´ cause i hadn´t done that in a while.
Like a rider on virgin territories, I filled empty sheets with new and familiar words for a while.
And it felt good, as if some weight was brushed off inside.
Like Joni, who once taped her regrets to the microphone stand, i captured my thoughts and dreams on a bunch of blank pages.
I guess the child in me still has things to say and yet the grown-woman in me has things to learn.
Life should always be seen as an open road, don´t you think?.
Hopefully, i´ll never run out of pages to fill from now on.

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."I like to live. Do whatever i want. I don´t think that´s very femme fatale"- Anna Karina

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.I want to embrace messy hair and play with fake eyelashes.
I want to take pretty pictures of carnival rides and flowers in the sun
I want to find kaleidoscope dreams inside a mirror when the sky is grey and my soul is sad.
I want to stay up late, drinking champagne, eating brownies, building forts out of veils with the girls, writing my wishes on your beard while you sleep.
I want to dress up and dance to my favorite songs and read poetry between Gauloises.
I want to have breakfast at 4 am and watch old movies until the sun comes up.
I want to remember about all the places i spent my days while i was younger and dream of the day i go back with you to the ones i loved.
I want to laugh for no reason and picture crazy adventures by your side while counting stars
and shake my tambourine until i fall asleep in your arms.
I want to live each day like it has a purpose, because each day does.

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There's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her pants.

What do you get from a fun afternoon watching "Taking Woodstock" and "Hair"?
This perfect boho outfit for my best friend´s birthday party.
And if you happen to find these lost hand painted pants in the back of the closet,
it´s like tasting the cherry on the birthday cake way before any of the other guests.
Sure i´m not a pants girl, I basically have a pair of black tights in my bag along with my Ray Bans and my mascara
but come on, bell bottoms are another thing, hardly pants.
This vintage babe and American Gold/Spanish Moss bell bottoms must be the only pants i truly drool over.
I have to admit that with the right shoes, that lovely hat and my Jagger holding my hand, i was feeling a little bit Faithfullesque and i just loved the feeling.
The celebration went by between mellow Zeppelin songs, happy drunk friends, sweet red wine, midnight catchy guitar riffs, exquisite chocolate cake and what seemed like neverending bottles of champagne. You could say we had our own Rock n´Roll Circus.
Between you and me, I was no woman unkind at the end of the night.
I shared a few cigarettes and at least a bottle of wine.
Thank god no Keith Richards asked me to share my pants.
I wouldn´t have been so kind, even with him and i love the guy. I guess, flower is power after all.

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