It was a quiet, warm night. She was at the balcony alone, looking at the stars when...Would you like to continue the story?
How far should I go? That's my question for this week that begins cold and foggy here in São Paulo. Since I have no way to set limits to my increasing addiction on drawing faces, I will ask you, dear bloggers, when enough is enough? To understand what I am saying, go to my Flicker Page.



Change is seldom easy. Sometimes it is painfull, sometimes it is fun. Sometimes it takes us ahead, sometimes to no place at all. But I try to do a little change once in a while. I change my opinion, my hair color, I change books from one place to another, I change my way to the coffee shop... and I hope someday I will be able to change things I don't like about myself.



Eu não odeio segundas, mas hoje estou me sentindo muito preguiçosa... provavelmente por causa do feriadão da Independência, 7 de setembro.
Esta página do meu caderno de desenhos é dedicada ao meu querido amigo Kako, super-mega-talentoso ilustrador, que me ensinou a gostar de canetinhas com brilho e de liquid paper. Beijokas, Kako!
This page from my sketchbook is dedicated my dear friend Kako, super-mega-talented illustrator, that taught me to like little glitter pens and liquid paper. Kisses, Kako!