How To Cheat At Cubefield On Facebook

These days, the only ones that many people remember that Post still exists, and even worse soften hearts ... I park for a moment the orders that prevent me from post the usual pace, to wish you all (especially IT ) a very very very happy Christmas! .

Remember that these images, illustrations and photographs, are copyright.

(You may be interested: gpinela.blogspot.com, gustavofoto.blogspot.com or chorradeces.blogspot.com, THE SAME AUTHOR).

How To Cheat At Cubefield On Facebook

These days, the only ones that many people remember that Post still exists, and even worse soften hearts ... I park for a moment the orders that prevent me from post the usual pace, to wish you all (especially IT ) a very very very happy Christmas! .

Remember that these images, illustrations and photographs, are copyright.

(You may be interested: gpinela.blogspot.com, gustavofoto.blogspot.com or chorradeces.blogspot.com, THE SAME AUTHOR).

Does Gameshark Work On Gpsphone

AND WHY NOT?

about a month ago, drinking coffee and talking with Cova of this work, I asked a question so typical of those in it:
- What is reading? I said.
- A list deee ... things! I replied.
so cold I was unable to explain that that list contains the reasons that led me to it ..
But his comments never fall on deaf ears. And with that question burning in my mind, I got into bed that night and thought about how to explain.

Well, I am very proud and grateful that this man you see in the picture is My Father.
guess it's one of those things that you assume always that both sides know, because it should be, and maybe that's why I never said.
My intention with this work was ... is to thank you for .... by ...
And here the thing began to unravel. Choose just one reason among all possible and discard the rest, is like deciding if I want more "Dad" or "Mama." I realize that some will have it easy, but I do not!

So I gathered all those "by ..." in this picture, so we do not have to choose one in particular, but also, thank them all and make sure I was not none left in the inkwell.

So that's, my dear Cova, which is reading. Each and every one of the actions that I would like to thank him.


Thank you!


I spend the afternoon reading late into the night. Day after day I dive into my mind for a new memory to fit into any line of this strange list.

I've found in the front door one morning to return the market. But I can not recall what it does. It was raining. That if I remember.
Since that day I can only think of this list. I meet only with those obligations are inescapable me to be able to go home and lock myself in my memories, led by the mysterious map myself.
Each of the lines that form it is a reason why someone thanks me. Although still not quite know who, or because it does, because most of these reasons relate to such trivial actions that could easily have made them for anyone or even by anyone.
But knowing who is this stranger who seems to know so well is what I lose sleep.

- Today is the last time. I've said this evening to sit and read.

And with that self-imposed order in mind, I skip the rest of my list and I go right to the last lines.
When you start reading, the image of a face comes to mind with such force that control the tears come without booting the words of the paper and poured it between my fingers. I try hard to control myself, but the more I try, the faster it dissolves the ink. So much so that I have barely time to read the last line, which at the time were burned in my retina, before disappearing forever

Thanks Dad.
I love you.


500X285mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper. 2010



PD: You know? While I drew, I felt like my graphite pencils lost some of that melancholy, which always stain my drawings.

Does Gameshark Work On Gpsphone

AND WHY NOT?

about a month ago, drinking coffee and talking with Cova of this work, I asked a question so typical of those in it:
- What is reading? I said.
- A list deee ... things! I replied.
so cold I was unable to explain that that list contains the reasons that led me to it ..
But his comments never fall on deaf ears. And with that question burning in my mind, I got into bed that night and thought about how to explain.

Well, I am very proud and grateful that this man you see in the picture is My Father.
guess it's one of those things that you assume always that both sides know, because it should be, and maybe that's why I never said.
My intention with this work was ... is to thank you for .... by ...
And here the thing began to unravel. Choose just one reason among all possible and discard the rest, is like deciding if I want more "Dad" or "Mama." I realize that some will have it easy, but I do not!

So I gathered all those "by ..." in this picture, so we do not have to choose one in particular, but also, thank them all and make sure I was not none left in the inkwell.

So that's, my dear Cova, which is reading. Each and every one of the actions that I would like to thank him.


Thank you!


I spend the afternoon reading late into the night. Day after day I dive into my mind for a new memory to fit into any line of this strange list.

I've found in the front door one morning to return the market. But I can not recall what it does. It was raining. That if I remember.
Since that day I can only think of this list. I meet only with those obligations are inescapable me to be able to go home and lock myself in my memories, led by the mysterious map myself.
Each of the lines that form it is a reason why someone thanks me. Although still not quite know who, or because it does, because most of these reasons relate to such trivial actions that could easily have made them for anyone or even by anyone.
But knowing who is this stranger who seems to know so well is what I lose sleep.

- Today is the last time. I've said this evening to sit and read.

And with that self-imposed order in mind, I skip the rest of my list and I go right to the last lines.
When you start reading, the image of a face comes to mind with such force that control the tears come without booting the words of the paper and poured it between my fingers. I try hard to control myself, but the more I try, the faster it dissolves the ink. So much so that I have barely time to read the last line, which at the time were burned in my retina, before disappearing forever

Thanks Dad.
I love you.


500X285mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper. 2010



PD: You know? While I drew, I felt like my graphite pencils lost some of that melancholy, which always stain my drawings.