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...
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