I missed the feel of the pencils. Between one thing and another to almost 4 months since I touched them. Pity that return is one of those pictures "gaps" in content, luckily, I very occasionally. I still have the odd person you want to capture on paper but Musa is reluctant to make an appearance and each day I see more and more distant time.
Meanwhile, try to keep dreaming.
Sometimes it is our only motivation is to detach from the bed every morning and put on a smile, remembering that we all live parallel lives alone but share the bed.
Some are lucky because you remember back to reality I lived in the realm of Morpheus.
But that's not my case. And when I get to escape from the battle, fought every morning Wake and sheets, I feel empty to see a part of me has been entangled in this hot field.
I am aware that I live with all the strength I have, but a veil of sadness covers me every morning to not be aware of where I escape when I'm not me.
Years ago, I met a girl who every day while coming back from class night telling me his experiences outside of your body.
I have to admit I have always felt a certain "healthy jealousy" towards her, to remember another life. Here you
this story I do not remember dreaming, but now it's part of my "single" life.
I missed you, very much. You've been avoiding me so many moons could hardly remember the recesses of your body. So the financial no other way you left me and I dreamed about you last night.
Like it or not, were mine and nothing you could do about it. I had it all to me, subdued my desire and my desires.
My mind has given you a new shape and volume I took another life and put my feet. And I assure you that I gave a good account of it.
Of course, I prefer the flesh, but in your absence I can only say it was delicious.
Until next time! 320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper. 2010
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