Magdaleno

You do not get out of my head. So I built you a house to live in.

Give me your hand and let's make peace.

I'm an idiot who thinks that time rebuilds us. And look at me; in the same old ruins.

I feel that my life is a repetition.

I apologize to all the birds I didn't hear when they were trying to tell me something.

Graphite, watercolor, and colored pencil on paper.

They plucked your fruits, they cut your branches. But they didn't kill your roots. Sooner or later you will bloom.

Charcoal and acrylic on paper. 70x50cm

Our face yesterday, today and tomorrow. We are becoming an old chain.

Apparently my drawings do belong to the universe.

Face sketch.

I recently dreamed that I was going blind and the truth was very distressing. As it turned out, I wasn't blind, I just had a blindfold on which everyone wrote their best advice to me.

Huérfano.