Gelid broken eyes
shattered in tears of hate
I trudge on pieces of broken hearts
(perhaps something belongs to me?)
wrinkled bloodstained hands
alredy tired child's hands
I stumble in a scream
I fall in an abyss of anxiety
The sever look of a blind angel
pierces my soul
his silent disapproval
his deafness to my prayers...
(do I really want his help?)
I hold out my hands
dreams slip out of my fingers
ruining dreams
corrupted dreams
dreams made of ice
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"A lonely climber walks a tight-rope to where dreams are born and never die!" Billy Thorpe, Edge of Madness, East of Eden's Gate Album
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- Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art - (Leonardo da Vinci)
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Here are the entire series in order of the story, if you are interested:
Part 1: Leaving Home
Part 2: Horny Little Devil
Part 3: Wall of Fame
Part 4: Little Big Head
Part 5: Such a Deal!
Part 6: Its Good to be Queen
Part 7: Counting the Cost
Part 8: The End? Ver.8a
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Welcome to MY fantasy realm: [link]
Have a nice day, cheers
Stefano
I just wanted to thank you for the
PS: I'd be interested to know how you found my artwork, if you remember... Was it just random browsing, or a search, or in someone else's faves? Or maybe you've come to visit me before and I just don't recognize your username/avatar yet?... Just curious
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Welcome to MY fantasy realm: [link]
with no specific goal
moved only by the accident
I was
But in a foreign town
a place unknown before
a girl offeing cookies
I saw
The lady was so gorgeus,
the cookies smelled so good
to left my random path
I chose
I followed her to home
curious and fascinated
a place of sweet and beauty
I learned
Delighted by my sight
before to say goodbye
I have to say a sincere
thank you!!!
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