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Brasília, Brazil

I'm just a young lover of art and nature. Drawing take me to a magic world where hallucinations turns into lines in a piece of paper, poetry spewed on paper is a rant and music, this has already got me hooked. The body art made me stop being a mere body at rest: Karate is not just a fight, but the fuel of my body. Each contracted muscle, every curve in graphite, each verse written by my shaking hands, every chord played in funereal tone make me remember that life is fleeting and death is not the limit, as it is and will continue in my latent art. And what to say about the nature that surrounds us? I can never complain of loneliness, I have the privilege of waking up to the sound