A slight breeze coming through the window, on my messy bed are the bags of my trip, this time I will go forever. I had left everything intact around.
I get carried only a few books and some paintings. To Paint is what broke my ties with the outside world, which I feared from time to time. From the start I am interested in capturing portraits, lately I just want to draw birds, birds of beautiful colors with deep eyes, pompous birds, exotic birds peak and sad and lonely birds.
All birds are paintings all over the house, all his feathers falls remain there, gathering dust rolls waiting for someone to remember them and throw them to the wind so in that way they can loiter without owner.
Today was the day I'll let the bad memories buried in pieces, crushed and burned, so these do not arise anymore. I am leaving my leak now.