I travel these paths,
through ways of scare
On days like this
fears I dare
Ubiquitous fog wrapping my skin
penetrates the lungs and freezes my limbs
I see beauty in winter
solemnities
People tell me, when they like it and feel that they should tell me, i guess. I don't need popularity, it makes me very happy that my work is remembered by some. Strangers that appreciate it and feel that they have to let me know just makes the ride somewhat sweeter and nicer, some what spicier.
I too, am a lover for the scent of oak.
ReplyDeleteYour pictures are amazing, don't understand why there isn't more people telling you so.
-Igor
People tell me, when they like it and feel that they should tell me, i guess.
ReplyDeleteI don't need popularity, it makes me very happy that my work is remembered by some.
Strangers that appreciate it and feel that they have to let me know just makes the ride somewhat sweeter and nicer, some what spicier.
A very humble thank you... again.
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Well, I still wish you the credits you deserve.
ReplyDeleteAnd no, not anyone can write or draw, haha.
Very nice thoughts you wrote here too.
-Igor
Very beautiful and I love the text.
ReplyDeleteThank you Marcela
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few people see the world as you do ! i feel blessed that you share it with me ! <3 lovely scents of life *
ReplyDeletelove it. evokes an emotion as usual.
ReplyDelete@ Rui: the scent of life is sweeter with you.
ReplyDelete@ Ludgero Filipe: Merci, mon ami. :)
AMO! Tão lindas. É assim que "sinto" Sintra. Aquele dark side....
ReplyDeleteObrigado linda!!! :) Pois é bem o nosso estilo.
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