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Drawing by Rohit Hela

I thought I should use my blog more often, to actually explain my journey to whoever who wants to read it, that doesn't only involve me but everyone whose artistic paths comes across with mine.
This is the case of Rohit Hela, an artist who once stunned me with his version of my picture 'Fire and water cataclysm' and that some days ago contacted me because his work was being exhibited and he wanted to use that drawing for showcasing his art.
It was more than an honor to me,  congrats Rohit!!

My picture doesn't actually have this settings... what on earth?!

Kind of hopeless and tired but without regret.

Profound enemy of the 'What if'

Nemesis of laziness.

Lost.

It's monday morning but so what?

I felt like writing, like telling that spring it's about to come, that it's a brand new day and that I want to do so many things... I want to climb 'till I get to heaven, I want to develop every tiny part of me, I want to keep being optimistic the rest of my life.

Good morning!

I am not that kind of artist, though.

I don't look artsy and the opportunities are almost null. I don't have 1028312 followers, or a fancy surrounding.

I don't come from above, I don't have a gift.

I just have a passion and any other mean that an usual teenage has.

If I ever arrive higher, better, more successful and more beautiful, I have the blessing of knowing that it was because I started from scratch and made my best effort, and not because I had luck and I was gifted.

This is the story of an usual teenager with a camera, I'm not a cool kid, I'm just a normal me.

Thank you for reading my words.

Reality in a hurricane of thoughts.

I'm the reality in a hurricane of thoughts. The mind passing by and leaving every path that shared to keep moving on alone. I'm an uncertain future, a playing card before we see its value. I'm the hourglass falling and the clock ticking. I'm the reflection of the obsession, the impossible mixture between ecstasy and laziness. I'm the desire of being alone, but hating it.  I am the result of the collision of millions of dreams