Another Friday Sketch (desenho de sexta-feira)

 

Icarus - The Fall (Ícaro - A Queda)

Blinded by the light

And attracted by the heat

That emanates

From you,

I feel nothing else matters

And fly as high

As I can,

Until I reach the point of no return

And my wings are

Torn to pieces,

Being no longer vital.

What is left now,

In the depths of my soul,

Is the pleasure of feeling

This so-welcome freedom,

As I fall

Deeply

And overwhelmingly

…

In love…

***

 

Watercolour study: Snow

 

Weekend Sketch: The Jack von Spades

 

Occasionally

- What are you doing out here, so early?

- Thinking…

- About what?

- Things… in general… life… us… the future…

The sun had just slit the horizon with its razor of light, slowly colouring the sky with the first rays in shades of yellow and vermillion.  I felt like my soul was in a peaceful mood.

He sat down by my side on the soft white sand. The sound of the waves, my favourite soundtrack, helped me think, making my mind wander freely…

His arm touched mine, occasionally. His leg touched mine, occasionally. He did not say another word, for some time. He knew me. He just waited, patiently, respecting my time and my timing. I was not in hurry. Why would I be? I was in love and I was being loved by the sweetest man alive… and he was sitting right there, so close to me, at my side.

I was often emotional. He felt it, automatically and pressed my arm, without saying a word. He knew me so well, indeed.

That tender gesture triggered my reactions harder and deeper. I felt warm tears running down my face. He pulled me closer to him and embraced me, bringing my head to rest on his chest.

- I love you so very much…

I held his hand in mine and kissed it gently. 

He smelled my hair and closed his eyes, as if trying to hold that moment in his memory.

- Your scent is so remarkable…

I hummed an almost inaudible:

- You’re too sweet, my love…

- I’ve been thinking…

- So have I.

He took a deep breath and held me tighter.

- Oh, my love…

I knew exactly what he intended to say. He did not need to speak it all out loud…

It was the same I wanted...

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Friday Sketch (Rabiscos de Sexta-Feira)

 

Escorço (Foreshortening)