"Imagining meadows armed
combat soldiers with flowers in the wind.
Imagining imposing hills tickle the sky.
feel the cool summer in the winter ice.
point the finger at the sun but not to judge, but
almost as if to burn.
in a perfect union,
like water flowing from the most secret caves,
cars in congested city traffic.
in a perpetual confused, in a magical plot.
leaves allow this paper,
allow a day to meet the night
allow the wind to rip the flower children to carry on the scent.
the flowers do not have grandchildren. "
And here I am again here to post on the blog after a long time XD I find less and less time to draw and a whole lot of work but fortunately there are times when I turn my thoughts and me dedicated to healthy imagination ... like yesterday in an extemporaneous in Scordia, I had fun on paper to bring a small amount of vegetation that with my usual touch of the impossible as the strange creatures that you notice the leaves: D for children is liked, to great as well! Someone wanted to sell me uu but I am taking too XD I want my things are too possessive oo
pencils on textured paper
Design:
My Poem: The Sadistic http://persemprecomodamete.splinder.com/
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