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Quien es Silvio?
Sera aquel viejo poeta que perdio la inspiracion y su cordura?
Sera aquel joven que desea portar el legado de la leyenda viva de aquel hombre muerto?
Sera aquel que observa en un mundo de personas ciegas?
Sera aquel que con su mente y corazón crea maravillas de todo tipo?
Sera aquel que forja su entorno con una hoz y un martillo?
Sera aquel que con sus manos y las herramientas de expresion es capaz de crear desde una pequeña libelula hasta un universo entero?
Sera aquel que cae y se levanta mientras sigue los caminos?
Sera aquel que se hipnotiza con los elementos y las bellezas ocultas?
Sera aquel que trata de revivir lo que se esta muriendo?
Sera aquel que questiona a todo?
Sera aquel, que porta la estrella insurrecta?
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Who is Silvio?
It will be that old poet who lost his inspiration and his sanity?
It will be the young man who wants to carry the legacy of the living legend of that dead man?
The one who will be see in a world of blind people?
The one who It will be with his mind and heart creates wonders of all kinds?
The one who It will be forge its environment with a sickle and a hammer?
The one who It will be with his hands and tools of expression is able to create from a small dragonfly to a whole universe?
It will be The one who falls and rises as follows the ways?
It will be The one who is hypnotized with the elements and the hidden beauties?
The one who It will be try to revive what is dying?
It will be the one that questions everything?
It will be the one which carries the red star?
Sera aquel viejo poeta que perdio la inspiracion y su cordura?
Sera aquel joven que desea portar el legado de la leyenda viva de aquel hombre muerto?
Sera aquel que observa en un mundo de personas ciegas?
Sera aquel que con su mente y corazón crea maravillas de todo tipo?
Sera aquel que forja su entorno con una hoz y un martillo?
Sera aquel que con sus manos y las herramientas de expresion es capaz de crear desde una pequeña libelula hasta un universo entero?
Sera aquel que cae y se levanta mientras sigue los caminos?
Sera aquel que se hipnotiza con los elementos y las bellezas ocultas?
Sera aquel que trata de revivir lo que se esta muriendo?
Sera aquel que questiona a todo?
Sera aquel, que porta la estrella insurrecta?
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Who is Silvio?
It will be that old poet who lost his inspiration and his sanity?
It will be the young man who wants to carry the legacy of the living legend of that dead man?
The one who will be see in a world of blind people?
The one who It will be with his mind and heart creates wonders of all kinds?
The one who It will be forge its environment with a sickle and a hammer?
The one who It will be with his hands and tools of expression is able to create from a small dragonfly to a whole universe?
It will be The one who falls and rises as follows the ways?
It will be The one who is hypnotized with the elements and the hidden beauties?
The one who It will be try to revive what is dying?
It will be the one that questions everything?
It will be the one which carries the red star?
Private collection, please do not unlock
private drawings such as sketches, portraits and various handmade drawings. Due to the fact that it is not possible to hide folders, I decided to use this form of collecting my works
$100/month
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Sorry for my long absence in DA, the school has kept me busy and I've been working on a special project. I will write and publish a book of horror soon. I'll give the details later. Occasionally I'll be posting new pictures, if I have the chance. Thank you. Lamento mi
Message from the stars
Hear my words, because it will be the last thing you will hear before nightfall.
The grand old have written the fate of the land in the stars. The existence of our species seems grim to them. Our days are numbered. When darkness falls, shadows will expand to cover our land. We will be consumed by our deepest fears, wrapped in our delusions of despair. The night will fade, just to show a more traumatic horror; We see the faces of those who observe us from the infinity of cosmic abyss. Your eyes will induce us to total madness, while our stuff will melt along with it, our souls will be dragged into the depths of a dark and eternal limbo where
The Old tree of dreams
Una pobre alma se encontraba sentada en las ramas de un antiguo y gran arbol.
Un arbol muerto.
Antes ese arbol era colorido, lleno de vida, belleza y esplendor.
Era una maravilla, una obra de arte creada por las mentes y corazones de dos almas viajeras, que se conocieron en la cima de un arbol ordinario.
Ese arbol era bastante especial. En la copa del mismo, podias ver el universo entero a traves de la ventana de una noche fresca.
Aquellas almas, al crear el arbol, subieron hasta la cima para crear su propia noche, pintaban el cielo con estrellas, colores frios, e inmensidad de maravillas.
Cada vez que se juntaban, ese arbol crecia mas
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"Dale tiempo al tiempo......"
"El amor lllegara cuando menos lo esperes...."
"Todo a su tiempo......"
"Ya llegara el amor...."
"Animate ¡¡.."
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Desde el día en que la ciudad del amor ardió en llamas, no he dejado de oir esas palabras, día tras día. Solo para no escuchar como me siento realmente...
A mi alrededor solo hay gente que habla piensa y respira amor, siempre amor. La mayoria de mis amistades no dejan de comentarme lo alegres que estan por tener pareja, o haber encontrado el amor. Siempre me quedo callado. No puedo decirles que no hablen de eso. Dicen que solo son celos o e
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Awazing that was beautiful