Prince's Dead

He run, and run, but was too late, the blood was falling and manching all the kitchen, HELP! is anybody there? can anybody bring ayudin to clean all the floor? was too late, the people was waiting in the eating room at the palace, the little prince says goodbye, the rain falls, he looked for a pilot, he did´t found him, the calaver watch everything, the curtains were moving, the killer was inside, this is bullshit, can you understand it? i don´t know he said, maybe tomorrow.

Shiny Mountains Shadows Collapsus

Sometimes you think the mountains are the coolest thing in the world, maybe you´re correct, because they are very big and highs, and you say, yeah, is cool, is like 30 degrees under zero, fuck, so cool, but the sun shines, and the mountains smiles, oh, is so precious, whata fuck, is very hermous nigga ah, holy shit! but when the sun goes to sleep, the shadows chock with the light, creating a disorder against the several times, because when the time is several the light is light and the dark is dark, and to the bang bang the wine comes and the light is not diet, this is without sugar, at end; the light turns to black and blue, and blues turns to hip-hop-madafucka-nigga-aha-aha and the yeah yeah yeah becomes oh oh oh my god gimme some more nigga ah! oh! holy shit that is enormous, look at that mountain, what a fucking terrible thing, the mountain grows and grows, and is black, the darkness comes to you, and it feel like raining pieces of shits falling of point, oh my god nigga, it´s the shiny mountains shadows collapsus, and you hear the bangs bangs and the yeah yeahs, and the water is not water, and the sky is not the sky, it´s just your imagination, you´re dreaming baby, wake up, wake up, riiiiiing, wake up, baby, baby one more time, not again i said, not again i said, WAKE UP MOTHERFUCKER, SWOOF, SWIFT, KAPLUSH, PLOF, PLOP, BRILCSK, AH, YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Tish Parody and Frank Boston (2 souls, 1 feeling)

Ese soy yo, asi me ves desnudo para tus ojos. 

Final

Éste es el final amigos, mi final, donde la naturaleza se venga de sus violadores, de sus hijos a los que amamantó con amor y paciencia, y así es como le pagamos, con guerras, contaminación, odio, mentiras y perros en la calle. Si hay amor que nos venga a salvar.

Mistic power of music

Esta obra refleja el místico poder de la música, una amiga llamada Vero, no voy a decir su identidad por un asunto de privacidad, me invitó a ver una obra donde bailaba ella. Sus movimientos sismicos salían despedidos de una manera incomprensible, mi mente no reaccionaba ante tanta pasión eyaculada, cada ráfaga que liberaba su cuerpo era difuminada por el espacio dejando estelas de color, cortaba la luz en mil arcoiris flagelantes. Perdí la noción del tiempo. Esta es mi visión de aquella noche. No la ven volar? no la ven vibrar?

Bien llegados a mi mente

Hola, sin darse cuenta me han encontrado, un poco de mi mente puede ser vista a través de este lugar, un espacio que dejamos inconcientemente liberados a la interacción visual, un enriquecimiento espiritual plasmado en pequeñas obras de arte. Son imágenes mentales, no me interesa usar un estilo determinado, solo me dejo llevar por la luz que me llama hacia aquel universo. Puertas que se abren a un mundo desconocido y propio que se refleja en un escupitajo artístico, eso son mis obras, momentos, visiones, trastornos, lunas, sombras, calores, miedos, no hay razón en el pincel, es puro sentimiento, pura pasión, inspiración volatil que llega del mas allá y me regala un sueño.