my blue pencil has new friends.
i've got fourty eight new non-toxic faber-castells in my disposal,
my colours, my rainbows to draw something colossal:
such as clouds that will never turn into raindrops or snowfalls,
images that often penetrate my midnight hiding walls,
faces, names, landscapes, places unknown near or far,
think i can sketch thousands of pictures, or maybe, none at all...