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I am a General Fiction Writer
GraySparrow
35/Male/Spain
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Miguel de Luis
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Well I know I can't draw, but who cares? I need to. I guess when you have an artistical heart you'd always want to master all arts, so while I will remain a writer (and mostly in Spanish, see my previous entry) I think I will draw something.
This is what I have in mind: a manga of sorts about street kids, only that they change into small cute animals, like sparrows, cats, hamsters, small dogs and the like and with an angelic mission.
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And who's the fool who wears the crown? And go down, in your own way And every day is the right day And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd.
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"everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt." - K. Vonnegut
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My English is bad...
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"Do you have any idea how long I spent preparing that speech!?"
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Please check out my photography gallery
Ya she´s cute
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I did a shit on your shit
Irony completed ©
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Go visit Ampetition
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And who's the fool who wears the crown?
And go down,
in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd.
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