Feb 10, 2013

Boots,my old boots.

When I close my eyes,I hope there's only dark,only that.But my eyes breath that electric air coming from my brain.
I do not remember when it was the last time I slept properly.I'm not able to sleep more than two hours continued.And I know this fact is taking away from me a big part of the years I'll live.I'm really aware of that fact.
Well,this drawing,this little piece of art,tries to show those moments.The eternal fight between dreams,nightmares( a big part of them),"real world",worries...When I wake up in the middle of the night,I take a pencil,a paper,maybe two,a soft melody singing from my music collection,more inspiration that the best bottle of vodka or sweet beer.And I'm there,just drawing,watching the night outside the window,drinking the town's silence,wishing the sun goes on sleeping some time more.
And I enjoy these moments,someday will be over and the sun goes on shining like it always does.

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