My alarm clock rings before the rooster calls. I timidly peak out from under the sheets and stare at my clock as I dread going into my retail job. This is my routine.
Wow!It's seems like you almost understand portuguese xD My poem talks exacty about that.It's called "Free Flight"("Voo Livre")and is about how I've born free and then I've grown up and life fastened me, making me be who I am supposed to be and making me do what I am suppose to do, forgeting who I really am. But hidden inside of me dreams a soul, a wild and free soul, my soul. She(the soul) dream, and nobody can change it. She flyes, and nobody can reach her. She lives, and nobody can control her. She has born free, just like me, and always will be.Eternally, flying with me, above all things who tried to fastenend us. I don't need wings to fly! (this is almost a traduction, not well done, but..) And I think being happy is only about believe.I believe I'm happy, so I really am :D That small simple good things, like a smile, a word, a laught, a friend, a music or the sea, are enought to make me Happy =) I think people who live with all that responsibility (also called job) sometimes need to free the soul to understand how happy the can be. I do it writing, and sometimes, drawing or seeing the sunset or swimming in the sea. Your 5am Awakening draw is very well (it reminds me a sleepy Monday morning x)
My alarm clock rings before the rooster calls. I timidly peak out from under the sheets and stare at my clock as I dread going into my retail job. This is my routine.
whoaaa I love love all your drawings! :D
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all your drawing is so good! btw. your name sounds like a big big artists name like picasso or so! :)
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Wow!It's seems like you almost understand portuguese xD My poem talks exacty about that.It's called "Free Flight"("Voo Livre")and is about how I've born free and then I've grown up and life fastened me, making me be who I am supposed to be and making me do what I am suppose to do, forgeting who I really am. But hidden inside of me dreams a soul, a wild and free soul, my soul. She(the soul) dream, and nobody can change it. She flyes, and nobody can reach her. She lives, and nobody can control her. She has born free, just like me, and always will be.Eternally, flying with me, above all things who tried to fastenend us.
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(this is almost a traduction, not well done, but..)
And I think being happy is only about believe.I believe I'm happy, so I really am :D That small simple good things, like a smile, a word, a laught, a friend, a music or the sea, are enought to make me Happy =)
I think people who live with all that responsibility (also called job) sometimes need to free the soul to understand how happy the can be. I do it writing, and sometimes, drawing or seeing the sunset or swimming in the sea.
Your 5am Awakening draw is very well (it reminds me a sleepy Monday morning x)
I really like your inking and feeling it's ok to paint a face blue...
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