I’ve skipped my Brief Personal History to work on Materials. Not sure exactly I did it right. But as this project is being dictated by my imagination, it would be weird to call whatever I did right or wrong, as our imagination is supposed to have – and know – no bounderies. So I collected a bunch of girly stuff I have to compose a character called Dia, the little witch. Dia has yellow hair made of straws and a pink dress made of a piece of cardboard from a perfume, an orange pointy hat made of the plastic wrapping up mother’s new year’s eve flowers, a pink cotton beanbag and two flowery bags. Her green wand is made of an incense stick, which makes all that is evil go away.

Her motto: Travel wherever your heart takes you. ❤️

And thus another chapter of my Pure Imagination Project is concluded.

Ps: I kind of keep imagining Keri Smith going ‘You know nothing, Jon Snow’ on me.



The Database – A Pure Imagination Project



When I was told to think of what kind of world I would like to live in, my mind was instantly taken to a tumblr post that divided the world into fandoms: Supernatural, Game of Thrones, Harry Potter, Sherlock… So I supposed that’s the kind of world I would like to live in: the literature world. A world of words and magic. My perfect world would be like my precious little niece’s, full of wonders and criativity.

I was also told to create a list of things I like and dislike about out current world. I have yet to do it. I have yet to think of things I like and dislike from differents eras in History. That shouldn’t be so hard. And I ought to include things that invoke wonder in me; things I am fascinated by. I will include all of those in another post.

What I did do was write a database, a list of categories with things I love. Books, movies, music, colors, smells, sounds, etc.. These lists were not difficult to write down. What was difficult about them was to decide what things to include and which ones I would be leaving out.

The books category, for example. The first one I wrote without even blinking was Pride and Prejudice. Another one which has been huge in my life is Harry Potter. But there are so many others. Like Andrea Camilleri’s books, and Agatha Christie’s, and many comic books I treasure, such as The Graveyard Book and Persepolis.

I’ve had a problem with movies as well, but one thing I know for sure. The 80s and beginning of the 90s produced, in my view, the best of Hollywood. Or was it Hollywood which produced the best of movies during this period? Oh well… It’s just what I think anyway.

The Database is supposed to be a kind of archive that I can get back to if I ever feel stuck in creating my imaginary world. But they are all part of me, so I don’t think I’ll be referring to them so often. They are all in my heart, and they have made me who I am today in many ways.

So in the end I’ve realised the database is within myself and always will be.

Almost ready to start envisioning my own world and letting my imagination loose.

Care to join me? 😉

Maya Angelou

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

This beautiful poem was sent to me by my friend Dark Writer (, thus introducing me to a wonderful woman called Maya Angelou. My curiosity was picked, so I googled her a little and found out that not only was she a poet, but she was also an author and was one of Martin Luther King’s Coordinators and active in the Civil Rights movement in the USA. She has a series of autobiographical volumes which I am now dying to put my hands on. Even more so now that I’ve read some of them are banned from some US schools and libraries. Seriously, USA, what’s up with banning books from schools? Afraid they are going to change people’s hearts and minds?

I hope you like the poem as much as I did.


Pure Imagination

Greetings! I haven’t written for a long time. 2014 was a very difficult year, and for many times I saw myself struggling with my job, with myself, with my own limitations and the world. It was a crappy year for the world as a whole… But I’ve decided to keep focusing on the good even when the bad is so strong and powerful. And the good thing is: I’m still here, my family is here, my boyfriend is always a huge source of strenght… There is the bad, but there’s also the good. Maybe it’s because we’re so close to Christmas… I don’t know. But something in me wants to fly away, to be open to new things.

So I’ve decided to start a Pure Imagination project in order to get to know myself better and recover my hopes and dreams.

For that I am using the song Pure Imagination, from the movie The Chocolate Factory, hoping Willy Wonka will guide and inspire me. Mostly, my source of inspiration and guideline will be Keri Smith’s ‘The Imaginary World of…’ and Adam J. Kurtz’s ‘1 Page at a Time’. I have chosen my weapons. Now off to battle!

I’ll be documenting my findings here. So if you want to come along, you are welcome to join in!

Hopefully I’ll find my way to my biggest dream, which is to become a writer.