#cassyunicorn

28.11.2021

There's an old poetry

Not as ancient as the elder's tapestry

A little less colors,

So much less hours...

They found it in a cursed tomb

Dried roses and dusty bones

Two lovers under the moon, under the grave,

And grave is the tomb where they rest.

The poetry is in the stone,

Carved deep in the rock.

There will be no crumble down,

The poetry will live on.

You wonder what it says reader ?

You will found out sooner or later.

When struck the hour,

Because your servant is no fortune teller.

Our lovers didn't tell much fortune,

Fortunately they didn't need to.

They knew the poetry, they knew the words,

Their future was already told.

The sacred texts, the sacred words,

What's to be left of the gothic world ?

Dreamers, romantics and lovers

05.06.22

Yellow, there is all kinds of yellow

The hills are full of sunny plants,

Enchanting flowers they are

Bony, beautiful and pretty.

The smell my child

How can I describe its flavor?

Intoxicating, riveting, mysterious,

It comes from my grandparents ’souls

Born in old farms on the prettiest valleys,

Born in the brooms, the yellow scents,

This spirit, this way of life, the quiet

It flows in my blood like a disease that is welcomed.

But the yellow will decay and disappear,

I’m on the verge of my memories.

And I want to wait. Here.

Wait for next year. Wait for spring.

Wait for the brooms to come back.

Back on the hill. Back in the world.

I prensent to you, my Halloween decorations ! This is the first time ever I am actually making them :D

It's not a lot yes but I think they're pretty great, and very cheap, that's the best part...

06.09.2021

Minimalistic drawing inspired by the tv show Russian Doll.

25.08.2021 ☀️

Toute la fantaisie dans ces couleurs, Tout le bonheur dans cette chaleur. Soleil précieux qui nous gouverne, Illumine de rayons brillants notre terre.

Tout cet amour dans la chaleur, Toute cette création dans les couleurs. Soleil précieux te revoilà, Et chaque jour tu reviendras.

Tout le bleu du ciel ce matin, Tout le bleu de la mer dans tes yeux chagrins.