Drawing Therapy

When I was younger I used to draw a lot, mainly reproducing pictures with pencil.

There’s been a long time since I don’t draw anything, except by a few small ones at the side of pages when I’m writing something.

I found the dragon drawings at the Fortune Cookie link very beautiful and felt like drawing them. I also found out that I didn’t have any white paper and pencil 😦 . I only had notebooks and pens. Then, notebook and pen it is.

The one based on the link was a disaster:

And based on the same idea I did this other one:

It relaxes mind because it requires focus and patience. A real therapy for me. I’ll buy some paper and pencil to do it more. No matter how good or bad the drawings look.


And then:

I Don’t Know

Pieces of I Don’t Know  of  The Black Ghosts  [ is it one of my obsessions already?  ]

that match what goes inside my head now:

Your pretty eyes they follow me
Across the room to infinity
I turn around but you’re not there
Whats the name of the game that you play everyday with me, with me

I don’t know what this is
But you better make it something
Do what you want to do then take it with you

Tell me why do I try to believe in a lie with you

It Matters

I know these words are lost in the blogosphere and will not reach who I’d like to.
I know but I’m gonna leave them here anyway.
This way they don’t sound like an expectation of return:

Anything, if it relates to you, matters to me. A lot.
I’m sorry we lost contact.
The bridge is still there. Old, needing maintenance.
None of us cross it though.