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Hope is only a never ending fear.
Something that it's alredy ended before it begins.

A dream that came true just before closing your eyes,
such hideous dream that you really never dreamed.

You migth wish for a brigth wish that never come true.
That's the only reazonable way for keep dreaming.

Hold me near your chest, i'll devore all your nigthmares.
I'll consume all your most pitiful desire to make it mine.

And then you'll wake up... and i'll fade in the morning mist.
I'm now only your dream and desire.

Hope is only a neverending fear.
I wish for a neverending dream.

~pieces of a broken (fragment)~

This is something of the illustration series 4 "inked poems of dust and ashes", all coming ahead in this days.. maybe... i'm trying to finish all my series, but i never realized that i have so many works unfinished... watercolors, prismacolors, oil pastels... the coffee painting is still on hold... i can't find my desired paper ... i have no money... anything ... screw up economic crisis...blaaah...

Au revoir for now~
Same entrance in my deviantart and metroshit... those are in my ego links.