A new sketchbook for 2010 ! Some people asked me who was the "beautiful woman" on most of my illustrations. It's my darling, she's so inspirative for me <4. I'm a lucky vampire for sure.
... AND MOST OF ALL, I MISS MY NIGHTLIGHT..."When I'm walking down the empty streets / You're always in my mind , always"
L y r i c s . b y . T h e . F r o z e n . A u t u m n
self-portrait.
The warmth of the gentle morning sun of Lisbon slipping in channels on her golden skin faded since I returned, and nothing remains excepted memories of these ten days spent with her. It's a cold winter which is running down my cheeks, beating in cons-time of the beats of my heart which thus became moribund. The night, the ache is getting worst, and it's an unlimited lassitude which fills me and makes of me the host of its grip, body and soul compressed in the embrace of my own sadness. Neither dark sky with blue and pink reflections at night, nor landscapes to stare at once the night came, even the brown marks of our passionate hugs fade over days to leave me alone between these four walls. Each month, her absence beats stronger in my temples, but gives me also the strength to excel in everything I do. She's the only one who managed to really see through me, better than I had been able to do by myself. Definatelly, I miss my Nightlight.
