The Lion & Me

I met a Lion once A King with his crown He judged me a dunce He made me a clown With his big Sphinx’s eyes That look crossed my heart Like a sword cold as ice He, almighty and imponent Me, miserable and impotent Was bewitched In my chest placed a flame Oh silly Lion, I was so mad Who would I blame? In our second meeting There was a friendly greeting When our eyes first met The heart and brain...

Humility

I find impressive my ability to lose my sobriety. Not just drinking, I get drunk me easily. Why? Usually with revolutionary ideas. The boundaries disappear and dreams are born. What's the problem, then? Lacks courage. Yes, courage. It is amazing reading stories of overcoming, stories of people struggling and slowly fulfilling their dreams and achieving success through the adversity. While observing...

Hello

I love writing and drawing, and my dream was, since I was little, to work with both of them. I'm a little undisciplined, though. I'm a lot of an asshole with myself. I usually like reading anything, and I admit that lacks a critical sense on me, when I'm reading other's works. But, in my defense, I know when I'm reading not-so-good stuff. But I have those times when I just need fun and nothing...