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Tag: sad

  • No more water No more water this year, the river has gone dry. Fish died. Frog fled. Moss covers the pebbles. Reeds and lilies are replaced by grass and ferns. The trees are ok, for now. There’s still plenty of life here and yet, I feel the desert slowly creeping. I feel sad, Not because…

  • No way out When you’re lost in repetitionNumbing your thoughts, numbing your mindKeep your thoughts funny and walk onOr your insides will look like outside. /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */ Quand tout parait se répéter à l’infiniLes même pensées qui tournent et tournent à la folieAlors il faut…

  • Smoktober 06 As he boards his sloop, the old sailor takes a sad look at an empty dock.There’s no one there. His wife didn’t come to say goodbye.His pack’s full of pipes. His hold’s full of food. There’s also a heavy crate of rum.With a sight, he raises the bridge and the anchor, ready to…

  • Don’t forget about me Don’t worry, I’m truly fine. I am not an anonymous sacrifice. My name’s Bobo.I have toys, water, food, petting, lot of space and many friends. I know my work is irreplaceable. I know I’m helping, and I’m glad to do it for you.I’m not suffering, I assure you, my life is…

  • Nothing’s left My husband’s dead, so is my brother.So is my sister, so is my daugther.My home is gone, I’ve got nobodyI’m even missing half of my son’s bodyWhat am I now? I can do but one thingWaiting for the end, I’m just watering. *** Mon mari est mort. Mon frère aussiMa soeur est partie.…

  • (Not) forgotten The memories of the departed lingers onYou say : Never let them go of your mind, go on!Yet as the candles burns dimmer day after day,Blurried by time, all the memories fades away, *** Priant devant l’autel de nos chers disparus Tu me dis : Ne jamais les laisser s’effacer!Les bougies jour après…

  • Wind magus, Sadness Swirling softlySorrow’s creepingHope’s vanishingSad, aren’t we? Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Burned to the ground On the second of September, 2018, a fire broke out at Paço de São Cristóvão in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, which housed the 200-year-old National Museum of Brazil.This is a tragedy. I know there is worse event out there. War, famine, hate mongering and general defiance to facts.But this one could…

  • My dead little tree I’m not skilled with gardening. ‘though it doesn’t prevent me to try gaining some xp. 🙁 I still have a slim hope, but oh so faint… Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook