pencil, ink and photoshop

/ MARIPOSA DE ÉBANO /

Te traeré la aurora y, para tu alma, polvo de mariposas.
Pero no puedo volar, no puedo sostener el hilo pendiente del leve aroma a muerte que me traes.

/ EBONY BUTTERFLY /

" I will bring you the dawn and, for your soul, dust of butterflies.
But I can not fly, I can not hold the thread of the slight scent of death that you bring me."

The rabbit was at a crowded party. Everyone was very nice to her. People show all their good intentions to someone they sense will die anyway. In the most uncontrolled drop of alcohol she was no longer there. She was looking for her identity.

Sometimes our commitment to life; It is as necessary and unhurried as the relationship between the cancer patient and the bed. Moreover, your consciousness is so dull that you cannot be sure if you are dreaming all those dreams or they are dreaming of themselves. They, too, will roll desperately like a sound thrown into the void

"Formerly people believed that,
when someone dies,
a raven takes his soul to the Land of the Dead.
But sometimes something so horrible happens that, along with
the soul,
the raven takes away his deep sadness and the soul does not
You can rest.
And sometimes, only sometimes, the crow can bring back the soul to mend evil. "(THE CROW)

Artist: Anonymous Nobody
Formerly Known As: Kasper Martyr Phantom
Track Number: 03
Song Title: If All Else Fails...Listen!
Album Name: The Best Of Kasper Martyr Phantom

1 piece of the serie Animated.
6500 px
Photoanimation with collage

I could touch the light with my hands :
breeze, summer, stillness ...
But I know that you will ever cross my mind
and I will try to scare you away like an insect,
afraid that you will inoculate me with the worst of your poisons,
and return my fever and uneasiness again.

TMNT Submission for idw publishing

The rabbit was at a crowded party. Everyone was very nice to her. People show all their good intentions to someone they sense will die anyway. In the most uncontrolled drop of alcohol she was no longer there. She was looking for her identity.

Sometimes our commitment to life; It is as necessary and unhurried as the relationship between the cancer patient and the bed. Moreover, your consciousness is so dull that you cannot be sure if you are dreaming all those dreams or they are dreaming of themselves. They, too, will roll desperately like a sound thrown into the void