Some years ago, I dabbled a bit with pixel art. Yesterday, I decided to try something out again, so now I decided to publish this simple house I made yesterday. Certainly has a lot of problems, but I'm proud of it. I'll be using it for my 404 page.

Recently I've been wanting to try out more things in my life. And one of them is more artistic than I'm used to: pixel art! This is where I share how was my first contact with this pixelized world.

Estou a dormir. Ponto. Eu sei que estou a dormir. Sim, eu sei que mais tarde vou ter que me levantar. Não. Não és tu que dizes que eu devo ser.

I was there. I turn my head to the left and I see a bullet coming in my direction. The clock stops. I stop. I see myself doing nothing.

Death. It's the most heard word in the last days. Crime. And they say it was orders from their God. Who's the God?

Everyday I hear people complaining about almost everything. Complaining leads to nowhere. You have to DO!

I was thinking about why there are people who think we are perfect. This is a little reflexion about it and about those people.

Por vezes, a vontade de escrever é tanta que as letras deslizam pelo papel. Aqui está um pequeno poema, O Rei Que Tudo Perdeu, escrito em 2012.