Author: Asta
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Repairing the pipes One by one, little by little, I’m repairing myselfFighting the never ending fight against numbnessEach time I restore one of my pipes, I breathe anewThen fogs come back and clogs my brain with shroudsI’m not complaining, I’ve made some progress !Since I’m not alone anymore, I got lot of help. /* Pencil…
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Rainbow Tree The little lizard eats a fruit from the rainbow tree. They find the taste succulent. Magenta ares the tastiest for sure!They wish they could taste more.Too bad they’re colorblind, each time’s a guess. /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */ Le petit lézard déguste un succulent fruit de…
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as someone learning french this blog is a godsend and you’re super talented; merci!!
Glad to be of help! ‘though keep in mind I’m not a professional translator ^^***Ravi d’avoir pu être utile ! Quoique gardez à l’esprit que je suis loin d’être un traducteur professionnel ^^
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Two years It took two years, but it finally got me,Even with the vaccine, it’s tough.No more breath, no more strength, no more thoughts…It still hurts.And yet, I feel lucky.Lucky to have a home, food and healing.Lucky to not having to shelter myself from bombs.Lucky to be free to complain about it.To those who can’t.…
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From the Clam From a giant clam he came, Neptune!Riding with dolphin, or is it Nodens?Who cares? All hail Poseidon!Lord of the Oceans and King of Clams. /* Ink on A6 sketchbook – Encre sur carnet A6 */ De son coquillage il apparait, Neptune !Chevauchant un dauphin, ou alors Nodens ?Peu importe, Gloire à Poséidon…
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Street’s story Today’s sky is grey, dull and cold. The last days were unusually warm, and little buds sprouted on the highest part of the plane. Across the street, beyond the gardens, the cypress from the cemetery are ghosts, barely visible. It’s not spooky at all, and far from quiet. Lots of cars and buses…
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Still growing Our world is in turmoil. Fighting, diseases, crisis, fear everywhere.Really everywhere?In our backyard, they’re still growing.Uncaring.Fearless.Life had, and will be wiped again.And yet, each time, it restarted.I think it will restart again.Without us. /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */ Notre monde est en crise, empli de guerre,…
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Potion Class Hello class, and welcome. My name is Barnabas Vesper and I will teach you the art of Potion Making.Together, we’ll learn how to brew elixir, charms, beverage and nectar that can twist the mind, make roses grow from stone, render the meek strong as Hercules and even capture Death in a bottle!But first,…
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Dreams of the surface I’m dreaming of the world above. I see them, crawling, suffering.How can they bear this giant glowing eye that burns the skin?They’re stuck here, unable to move up further, surely because of this eye.And yet, when it’s gone, they lay motionless, exhausted by their fight.This is hell. This is torture. And…
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Down below the crowd Down below the crowd I keep drawingNot because I’ll be famous, rich or respectedDoesn’t matter to where I’m progressingAs long as kept on scribbling my dreams /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */ Accroupi sous la foule, tapis, je dessinneC’est pas pour être connu, riche ou…