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¨ Diseñar todas las personas lo pueden hacer... pero ser diseñador grafico implica que puedes darle alas a una idea y volverla una realidad antes los ojos de sus espectadores¨
¨Somos magos digitales... creando la ilusion efimera de la realidad ¨
¨ La vida es el tiempo que tardas en entender que el mundo esta lleno de colores y sentimientos ¨
¨ La imaginacion es la entrada aun mundo donde los sueño y la paz son efimero ¨
¨ Los ángeles no necesitan alas para volar mas si corazón para amar ¨
¨Somos magos digitales... creando la ilusion efimera de la realidad ¨
¨ La vida es el tiempo que tardas en entender que el mundo esta lleno de colores y sentimientos ¨
¨ La imaginacion es la entrada aun mundo donde los sueño y la paz son efimero ¨
¨ Los ángeles no necesitan alas para volar mas si corazón para amar ¨
Halloween
Actually it is not a custom of my country but it is something that I see that fills with fantasy one day a month, I say fantasy because it is the only day where we can see, witches, wizards, demons, dragons, knights, monsters, some funny other more chilling, of course everything is different but only for that day the line between reality and fantasy blends together to create a fantastic .. but we can only say one thing Trick or Treat
the night of nightmares
for a nightmarish creature so foul & obscenethat penning this poem makes me want to scream,but the timing is perfect — for it's Halloween.So, if we must, let's just start at the topof his oversized skull with his unruly mopof so-called hair the no-color of duston a fissured scalp peeling & leaking out pus.His locks wind 'round horns, they're teeming with germs,and look more like the husks of a million dead worms.You've heard of bats in the belfry?Well, it's not just a phrase;small ones nest in his curls to hide from the sun's rays.One more word on his noggin, for this must be said:it's ten times the girth of a normal-sized head.And if I haven't yet made the case for distaste,let's move to the horror this thing calls a face. Skin's the color of pumpkins dying a slow deathor a failing sun breathing its very last breath.Brows like hairy slugs perched on orangey doughcrown flat yellow eyes peeking out just below.Those beady orbs nestled in pouches and foldsof flesh home to all sorts of
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