El laberinto de la ilustrocidad

It'll be a silent thing I'll share with you...

I had a dream that you were leaving...

Looking like standing stones, out there on our own...

A little prince was once captured by an evil wizard, who took away his voice, and locked him in a tower. The prince had a magic crown, and everyday he would bang his head against the bars in the window, hoping that someone would hear the sound and come to rescue him. The sound that the crown made against the bars was beautiful--So beautiful, that peope would stop what they were doing and raise their arms in the air, to try to catch the sounds. But nobody ever found out where the sounds came from, no one ever found him, and he never got out... Jean Michael Basquiat

Tripa amiga

El tiempo no es mi amigo

Mi terquedad supera mis escasas luces (autoretratodelautorhechoporelartista)

Or even the more you see

¿Quién los ve andar por la ciudad si todos están ciegos?

What would Jesus do?

Algunas veces siento que los indios esperamos la llegada de un hombre que todo lo puede, que todo lo sabe, que nos puede ayudar a resolver todos nuestros problemas. Sin embargo, ese hombre que todo lo puede y que todo lo sabe nunca llegará; porque vive en nosotros, se encuentra en nosotros, camina con nosotros. Aún duerme, pero ya está despertando..

Dicotomías de la lectura

Soy feo pero ilustro bonito

El gato con botas punketas

Candados regionales

Ay si, ay si..

When you're smilin'