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Waxing Bikini Hemorrhoids

Another moon, another sea ...

With best wishes to all.

especially dedicated to those who give their time to visit this place from time to time and leave some of them, gradually causing us closer. A big hug

Acrylic on paper, 24x32 cm.

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The sea, the moon ..... Source

Response Card Spanish

Huescar

Source Huescar,

tabletop acrylic on recycled

120x55 cm

After going forward and long after, I end this job. But this landscape is giving a lot of juice lately, is about to become my "Sainte Victoire" particular. Someday I will hang a monograph on the matter, for now there is another fabric in the process of the same view

Skeleton Baklava For Motorcycle

work for a great art idea

S / T, Figueras Acrylic on paper, 28x40 cm

Human Relations, Mixed media on canvas 27x20 cm

We are all equally valid, Watercolor on paper 30x20cm

This November the blog of an idea intended only got the word heart, and are leaving a lot of hearts very interesting these are mine.

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November Miquel Estrada Response (MIESFE - 64) what do we want to show this painting?

My cyberpal and good photographer Miquel Estrada (MIESFE - 64) in previous entry (s / t) said ... "Hello Manolo, tell me that we want to show this picture because I do not know, a sad face? A hug. "

I wrap me in my response than normal, but I got something that I would share with everyone, and giving a bit of shape would look like.

" Hi Michael, when you make a realistic painting, trying to show what you see and say something by way of putting it or run it, it would be more like what you do with your artistic photographs. When you leave you enter realism a world of sensations that you feel before work, during the approach and also those that occur during execution, and try that it be written into the final result. But no less important in this case and more the closer we get to abstraction, is what the viewer feels. Therefore it is important that this is not passive, you can see an abstract work that looks like a potato, you have to be receptive, and not to stay with surface information, technique, material ... you have to look that makes you feel. If you feel something, it's great if you get excited and it rocks for me is like music, you do not hear notes beats and rhythms .. you let go, and do not you wonder what the composer meant, and often do not match your feelings with those of the author, but that's not important, the important thing (I would say that matters) is what you feel.

Well then roll up, yes, I wanted to show a sad face, but not to mourn pain, that pain inside that is reflected in the eyes, they should also bear in mind that it is a great work, is a more a reflection on the feelings.

But this is not important what you felt to see the play, if you did it with intent to do something, I mean if you look at it without seeing it is like when you go through the corridors of the metro and not hear the music, but if view with the intention of seeing, it may take two things that tell time swinishness often happens because that is what a mess, or else you start to have feelings inside you, a communication the work, not with the author, and that's great, as well as the re, donors and me, your hair stands on end, going to the ocher, green and magenta make your hair stand on end . And just as there is to know music to enjoy it should not Paint know to enjoy it, any more than you thought you should know the composer, not have to know that he thought the painter. Some relish the zarzuela and others with the classic, there is even anyone who loves rap, because the same thing happens in painting, I like almost everything without fanaticism, I have my favorites and I hated and curiously happens to me both in music in painting. "

This was the answer for Michael, as a confession that I wanted to share with you, and now that I confess that my favorites are among Kandinsky and the" Die Bruke "and my hated, for me I have to think something else I think even rap can get something good. Surely the reference to music as well leave Kandinsky. But hey just my way of understanding this.

Greetings to all.

My Stool Is Black And Green

S / t

Untitled, mixed media on pape, 35x27 cm

First Year Death Anniversary Invitation

sessions with models, quick jobs

Acrylic on canvas, 42x 56 cm

Pastel on paper 24x32 cm

Pastel on paper 24x324 cm

Graphite on paper 24x32 cm

Graphite on paper , 32x24 cm

Bushnell 3200 Tactical Reviews

My name is Jimmy, but I'm not cricket. Blue

Why Is Toothache Worse At Night

Acrylic on recycled cardboard , 28 x 21 cm

The rain has a secret vague tenderness,

some drowsiness

resigned and friendly

humble music wakes her

that vibrates the sleeping soul of the landscape.

is a blue kiss the Earth receives,

primitive myth becomes realized.

contact cold and old heaven and earth

with the patience of constant twilight.

is the dawn of the fruit. Which brings us flowers

and anointed with holy spirit of the seas.

spilling the life on the plantations

sadness and soul of what is not known.


FG Lorca

Welcome Letter For New Church Member

lives not only of turpentine man: Montseny

Small hidden treasures not

Will Retaining Wall Blocks Explode With Heat

And as anyone, least of seudoderechas seudopoeta pseudoleftism, poets, prostitutes of both sexes are going to silence me, something we have very clear and if you did all the dirty society and the terrible burden of their miseries, whether moral: the lead with very happy because they do not weigh, poets are prostitutes and society, social subjects they represent, here we are in "Books I unprintable" profile, blog, daily newspaper, one per book, but this time protected by their respective copiraights, I'll build slowly, as if I expect to have money to publish on paper ... That

Machado said:
knows how to wait, wait for the tide flow,
-well on the coast a boat without the worry from you. All that awaits
knows that victory is theirs;
because life is long and art is a toy.
And if life is short and fails
the sea to your gallery, looks
without leave and always hopes,
that art is long and, well, never mind. I just see blood

roses snow deflowered my soul

2009 Easton Sv12 Softball

What are you thinking?

What women like us that the men they detest? ... So fucking
Violatriz.

already said Punset and interviewed: Surviving
this species is known
of us get into the brains than they think
otr @ s . We

vampirism.
In search of your diet to sip,
The fresh blood!
have to see what he was thinking.

What if you like men hate women?
not your mirror.
is my head.
I was thinking. We also
Truje
what you think.
Or is that perhaps you were not thinking?
Why to love to loathe one another,
or vice versa? That
would ask someone who is the "b" of the acronym LGBT

COGAM Collective. When

imagined it to be contained in a poem,
to go down in history as well?! And I swear

by god I do not pay!
I'm stuck at the most, I always subtracting


or subtracted as there rept,
but straight.
And what
the line if the universe is curved?!
Well, that's what Einstein said.
And you know what will.

I stopped thinking for a moment.
And there was,
in consulting psychiatrist serving the poets,
petite woman! Rather
fine;
but so planted, as if the oak
as if he had something of value to sell it. How can you hate
women
if you look in the mirror every day?
... I guess.

Although it seems that it ... itself is like.
is all what others see as rivals?
Rivals "for what?
Is there reason to dispute a male in any contest
stiletto
when wars are a thing from them?
That you dispute the unemployed!
you also going to give them the job done? Look
the goblet of freud liberal! Until this chestnut
only grandma left them without them out of the fire
the male chestnut
them are removed. Baroja
At least he read Kant
although he produjese rheumatism. Of those Freuds
sewage sludge,
whether men hate
they do not heat up the sexual, or have stopped
love women
because you do not heat it. Quasi

na!
Listen, and let us and put us in
heads from each other to give reason
Punset and interviewed
all I need, like all varonesa
,
is an aristocrat, but does not believe in

Bible of the supremacy of the penis,
IS THAT THE SWEAT OF MY FACE
ME WIN THE PAN!
Have I loathe male ego any
for aspiring to that?

And perhaps because they hate the main causes
that at my age I see the eternal candidate. And I hate
with much love,
before I open the legs
as many here assume networking,
and everything going on presumption
(dirasme of what you lack),
legs open like that relative of
generala Duchess bloody,
for all the troops, beyond the general

take away many gallons and then nothing,
that ... What a woman!
petite. Nah, you
You see, he got what he wanted,
but not their gear ...
Or, It seems to me that perhaps provoked,
with that smile ...
(will know me well put me on the head of this
Punset following manuals?) He got
so as not to follow his royo
Freud opened up my leg!
And for a whole troop!

The very devil. So fucking
Violatriz. I just see blood

roses snow deflowered my soul ... So

Where Is The Best Place In Ottawa To Wax?

And that is always the dead rebel, LA

sprayed eyes.
If you look into the abyss, he treats you;
if you look at the absolute rebellion
no way back.
If you look at the top

it sucks you as if gravity had disappeared.
Flying free ...
And just look a rose.

Revolt is looking a rose to his eyes sprayed

looked to perfection
the abyss - the summit. Heaven knows
Well
of what is above, so below .
The Cosmos knows that there is this cardinal point, that dimension
planetary reference only.
a golden rose in all
latitude and longitude of its petals.
A "this is the rose"
not nobody touch me
it was my rebellion.
Rise
my eyes are already one with it.
light powder, no bones,
when even pronounce
word land. I just see blood

roses snow deflowered my soul That was

Sympathy Cards Arabic

When I met you?

true love, my love,
and yet, when I met you?,
Did you know you recognize anything?

represents your role in the tragedy of my life,
sided with those who destroy
wanting to be on my side.
Thou great lover, as many presume that the same thing, only
lover in your circumstances, your pocket,
great lover of your prosperity, your pride.
Of that, about that same thing you accused me me.
What pride?, You see.
My pride is that I trampled, including you?
Life
just giving them reason to how you put your prosperity
material ahead of any other, always in discussion, questioned
always deservedly growth. It
ingrown not witness anyone
only own lips that attests,
own lips alone, never
another mouth, larynx another companion.

When I met you?
I wonder that myself, the unknown,
the final ruling is that it more forcefulness
for more knowledge,
and knowing that I will never know!,

never even know me you should give it forever to .
There are two distinct species in this species ours:
the majority, to which you belong,
and examine all of the material triumphs;
and those who lost,
those minorities who play them play the role of losers, when in fact
triumph over all of you
and never repaired at no laurel wreaths
do not even own.

When I met you? Dusting

which do not have to divest himself
it falls.
check up my phone number,
with yours always hidden, as you had always

intentions all who belong to your species.
We never met. You were just
another drag on the road last forever

toward being self concluible
and only with death.
What I made you grow?
I have no doubt. However
you were one of the many
that jumped to my hump or her, I constructed,
Hump
impediments to that office, we carry
with those of my kind.
But still we reach the goal!
And the goal is the increasingly accurate knowledge
of what he has or has no value in this life,
in all lives. Attempting

depart I know anyone
not all PhDs and doctors
land with all its universities and states!;
to give as judged invalid value in your career
insane nonsense in pursuit of fame. Attempting
the real art:
This bare all purposes to the full day
all consciousness.
Man consists of nothing more than that,
as we always were, even as we hide,
marginalized, silenced,
minorities who were sacrificed to the ignoble fame of others,
you, those majorities in all the estates,
you belong. I just see blood

roses snow deflowered my soul

consoles

Indoor Portable Showers

foresight, providence

One is the terrible sound and words of her mother many years ago, thought She continued, although now or put voice but look that puts him away, what would cause our ruin and came out as true prophecy: Writing will be your downfall, one is comforted thinking like fools, that is and was bad goals.

or common consoles himself with these words of Concepción Arenal in his "Manual of the visitor of the poor": "Unpredictability is it a serious or a providential companion, ensuring the poor from the evils of the future, lets you enjoy this good? "

So many happy hours writing, but no one that transcended happiness, so full hours!

not worry about what eat or what ye shall put , and less still for your future name, if he will be buried in the worst disgraces, none worst when there is a whole eternity, the timeless, the instantaneous lightning, like lightning put everybody in place. At last I will see my true sense of order, the real values, real firsts, put on your site! Not that there is poetic justice alone, but that A DRY AND SOLAS, JUSTICE. She has to exist if it is meat first
of our spirit, IF OUR FIRST REAL MEAT ONLY NATURAL. No poet as you have devoted León Felipe poems in vain. Ande

hot in my pots I
and laugh lines, not the last to do so,
injustice
that one Antichrist. I just see blood

roses snow deflowered my soul

Funny Wedding Invitation Poems

Maecenas companion to eat me, but patrons ... Spill

(Another little letters my thirty years ago)

art patrons must have your father
Maecenas Maecenas
your grandmother,

patron patron status of the system;
patron, though they be
the, the, the last supper. All art requires

cordial backing,
Juan Bautista in the Sea of \u200b\u200bGalilee,
Juan Bautista in the Sargasso Sea;
but something to baptize you! Sir
, And if Mrs
much more necessary.


lofty Lords opening the door to today
secretary,
morning executor, heir insurance
,
"future artist?.

And this, only this
is called "having school,"
say that we see,
we have followed the footsteps of someone with such fidelity
both ugly dog,
unless you're dog .

Art, all art, must
patrons. Maecenas
I commas
but patrons.

And that is not mecenezgueado
not baptism,
and baptizes
not have closed the door of heaven.
who does not is mecenezgueado:
which does not inherit.

who never had a penny to his,
therefore without patrons, mecom,
fasting will not be art, his art, as
where is it?

say that we have followed the footsteps of someone
and this is called having school ....
When I have not nor do I have, or had,
desert in which to rest your head, for my deserts
always been uncomfortable
to the lack of pillows dunes.
Of course, we have the lungs of patients
dust of centuries,
to scream filled with sand abrasive
by breathing.
There was not a desert
dwell in you.
Having to live this brothel
rejected to give for withdrawal.
My work was done to anyone
for shadows.
And the light was in darkness and darkness
rejected it, despite
Will Light,
what other stronger?

For neither patron nor mecom;
but are dark.
I am in the desert
as Cezanne in their forests ...
There is a light, I see a light

shedding to kiss your lips

in the dark ...
But this was another of my songs. I see your body
sacred.
Word. Word
communicant Palabramándote


roared-te-me calling So without patrons
so no calls


not forget to call me.
I to call me.

I never forget when he was called
and there in the Andes
burned more without burning fire
not consumed me,
revived.

Mecenezgueada from that point and I've got me thinking what
desolate
about baptism and there was no fire. Arda
then burn. I just see blood

roses snow deflowered my soul

Eyes