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de Benjamin Lacombe

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Benjamin Lacombe es un ilustrador que me encanta, tiene ese punto gótico que me recuerda a las historias de Burton y los cuentos de los hermanos Grimm.

Un poco de jazz

Kitsune

"Sandman" de Yuko Shimizu

Los Kitsune son los zorros tramposos del folclore japonés, sé que Sandman en realidad es el "señor de la arena" el que nos hace soñar, pero me fijé más en el zorro, será pq tengo debilidad por los tramposos y gamberros zorros. Es un dibujo hermoso, que una persona encantadora me ha hecho conocer.

tomado de cuadernos de retazos

Hurt

Dicen que el tiempo todo lo cura, el dolor desaparece, se vuelve menos cruel... mienten.

Queen of Ice

I have a nightmare, every night

I can’t sleep alone, it makes me cry.

I think about her day and night

If I only could hate you

If I only could forget you

If I only could kill you, to strangle you to dead.

I will be free, I whould be free.

To be close is like hell

To be far is like acid.

When I listen her voice

I want to make her scream, scream, SCREAM, my name.

I want to make her cry

I want to shink in he

Her skin is poison,

Her lips are fire.

Her heart is Ice.

She can’t even make it beat.

She’s void, she’s dead inside.

She’s a demon, she’s a witch.

I can’t forget her, even if I try.

Even if I loved thousand times.

She destroys everything with just a smile.

I can’t fight her, I can’t defeat her.

I’m slaved, chained, charmed.

Never fall in love with the Queen of Ice.

Yesterday, we met again.

She touched me, she hugged me

She kissed my cheek.

She listened, she smiled

It was worst than Hell.

I wanted to die.

Everytime she touches me like a friend

I want to push her over the wall.

I want to make her fall until her knees.

I want her under my naked bodyme.

Ahavshel

Evanescence 

"My heart is broken"

I will wander 'til the end of time,
Torn away from you.

I pulled away to face the pain.
I close my eyes and drift away.
Over the fear that I will never find a way
To heal my soul.
And I will wander 'til the end of time
Torn away from you.

My heart is broken
Sweet sleep, my dark angel
Deliver us from sorrow's hold

(Over my heart)
I can't go on living this way
And I can't go back the way I came
Chained of this fear that I will never find a way
To heal my soul
And I will wander 'til the end of time
Half alive without you

My heart is broken
Sweet sleep, my dark angel
Deliver us

Change

Open your eyes to the light
I denied it all so long, oh so long
Say goodbye, goodbye

My heart is broken
Release me, I can't hold on
Deliver us
My heart is broken
Sweet sleep, my dark angel
Deliver us
My heart is broken

Sweet sleep, my dark angel
Deliver us from sorrow's hold

"The Story"

Running Up that Hill

"Running Up that Hill" 

And if I only could, 

I'd make a deal with God, 

...

Be running up that road, 

Be running up that hill, 

With no problems.

Grave Digger

 "Silence"

Gianna Nannini

Ti voglio tanto bene

Fliping

mmm

Kaliopi - Crno i Belo

¿Quién lo sabe?

La fantasía nos da alas, nos da esperanzas. Nos da un pañuelo en el que secarnos las lágrimas.

¿Qué sería de nosotros sin esa capacidad de soñar, de imaginar? ¿De vivir en otras partes, en otros tiempos, en otros lugares?

Ser protagonistas o testigos de grandes proezas, grandes amores, pequeños tesoros, enormes batallas, batallas cruciales.

U observar la vida: Una pequeña risa, una apasionada mirada, un corto paseo, un mohín enfadado… una carcajada que nos hace estremecer, desde los pies hasta la cabeza. Una mano acariciando un cuello y reconfortando a quien recibe esa caricia.

Fantasía y recuerdo se mezclan y se acaban convirtiendo en esas alas prestadas que nos permiten durante un instante, volar por encima de nuestras vidas.

¿Y qué abre nuestro corazón, qué le permite volar libremente, hasta hundirse en el peor de los infiernos y elevarse al más hermoso de los paraísos?

¿Quién sabe? Quien sabe. Con una sonrisa triste pregunto, ¿quién lo sabe?

Fu Long

Jinn

IF

IF

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son