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Saturday, February 26, 2011

swarm 2

pet peeves

Friday, February 25, 2011

Illustration Friday: swarm

Friday, February 18, 2011

Illustration Friday: Layer

It was cold-I wrapped myself with layers of linen when I went to bed. After midnight, I heard someone opened my front door and there was that noise like giant steps going towards the sala where I was sleeping. I don't know but I could'nt move-I was afraid. I was crying silently. It stopped in front of me and suddenly, I felt pain in my body. It felt like staple wires being stapled to my linens straight to my body, and I woke up and did not sleep anymore. What a nightmare isn't it? What do you think about it?

Sunday, February 13, 2011

fluffy in dark

Saturday, February 12, 2011

sweater #2

Illustration Friday: sweater

Friday, February 04, 2011

Illustration Friday: reverse

Best regards to all.
Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou