Volver...Volver...4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Me sorprendió porque todo había cambiado, las casas, el aroma de las calles, las personas incluso el aire parecí haber cambiado.
Veía caras conocidas pero pasaban tan fugazmente que no era capaz de reconocerlo, y por lo que parecía ellos ami tampoco, aunque la verdad no me extraña había pasado bastante tiempo y ese tiempo me había cambiado.
Recorrí las calles que recorría cuando niño, viendo un suave recuerdo de lo que era, y de los momentos que allí había vivido.
Ví a lo lejos al fin esa casa, y esa mujer sentada en la puerta tejiendo como hacía siempre, me acerqué a ella lentamente para no interrumpirla pero en ese momento levanto la mirada y ví la sorpresa i la alegría en sus ojos, lo tiró todo y vino hacia mí y me abrazó.
Al fin estaba en casa.
MomentoMomento4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Hace incontables milenios -ha de ser imposible para nuestro recuerdo- un ser de insospechadas dimensiones y poderes daba su última exhalación, y, muriendo, estalló en millones de estrellas, y colores...
Allí se originó el universo, y a pesar de todo el mundo humano y sus afanes de tecnología y ciencia, más allá de lo que comprendemos, lo que el hombre ha llamado magia verdaderamente existió.
Entre cristalizaciones divinas, un portal que todo lo contiene...
Interviewing elsevillaInterviewing elsevilla4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Entrevista en Castellano e Ingles.
Interview in English and Spanish.
Esta entrevista fue realizada gracias a ~elNerol y donada a =noticias
En esta ocasión el entrevistado es el artista Hector Sevilla, también conocido como =elsevilla.
Primeramente quiero agradecerte el haberte tomado el tiempo de poder contestar a esta entrevista. Para comenzar ¿ Por qué no te presentas a los lectores?.
Hola a todos soy =elsevilla .
¿Cómo conociste y llegaste a deviantART?
Por un foro, antes el deviantArt no era conocido como hoy en día, fue en un foro americano hace ya más de 7 años.
¿Qué es el arte para ti?
Lo mas cercano a la naturaleza, en la naturaleza hay armonía y composición.
¿De donde lograste tomar la inspiración para crear ese estilo?
Mezcla de lo que veo a diario, no lo llamaría estilo, pero se dio con las diferentes mezclas de gente que admiro como terada o miwa shirow
Am chef de dragosteDacă te vei îndrăgosti vreodată de mine, trebuie să ştii de cine te îndrăgosteşti de fapt.Am chef de dragoste3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Te îndrăgosteşti de inocenţa ce-mi îmbracă pielea, din cap până-n picioare, ca un tatuaj temporar ce ţipă să fie înlăturat. Te îndrăgosteşti de modul în care ochii mei nu sunt nici verzi, nici albaştri, şi nici gri; ci căprui, banali şi adânci ca o groapă de pământ fără fund. Te îndrăgosteşti de nenumărate vise divizate în dorinţe ce aşteaptă să fie ghicite, cereri ce au evadat prin cuvinte şi fantezii ce îmi colorează ochii şi mintea. Te îndrăgosteşti de un suflet pueril, o inima naivă şi un trup plin de pasiune. Te îndrăgosteşti de focul ce-mi arde sub piele şi mă face vulnerabilă, dependentă de
WavesWaves6 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Once long ago sun shone on a warm beach. A red shell lied in the sand, but wait, it was moving? It was a crab! Using her little legs she walked over to a smooth swirly purple rock that was twice her size. Everyday the crab pushed her little claws into the rock to try to move it into the ocean.... Well, it wasn't very long before the rock was right where the crab had first found it, for the waves always pushed it back.
"Waves why do you have to do that?" The crab frowned and spoke to the ocean seriously, "Don't you know this rock belongs in you?"
The next morning she woke and tried to push the rock in again. The waves hit her hard as she kept pushing into the water with all her might. Warm light blue sea was now high over the crab's head. She stopped rolling the rock into the ocean, I don't think I can travel too far into the sea or I might not be able to come back... She looked high up at a shark then back to the rock, "I hope you stay this time."
When she finall
50 consejos para artistas50 consejos para artistas5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
50 consejos para artistas:
1.Compra siempre productos no tóxicos, que no sean chinos.
2.El lugar donde vayas a trabajar procura que todo este ordenado.
3.Si compras lápices de colores guárdalos en un lugar seguro y evita que se te caigan.
4.Siempre ponle tapón a tus pilotos, y cerciórate de que estén bien cerrados, ya que se secan.
5.Si es posible, ponle fecha a tus dibujos, así día a día verás cuanto has avanzado.
6.Si compras óleo o acrílicos fíjate en la fecha de caducidad.
7.Dependiendo de la técnica que vayas a usar compra el papel especial para cada una.
8.Para ahorrar, solo compra los colores que más utilices, si pintas piel por ejemplo, solo compra colores tierra. Si pintas objetos oscuros, compra tonos oscuros. Suena obvio, pero mucha gente compra la caja de lápices, cuando solo van a usar unos 5.
9.Haz una lista de cosas que nunca has dibujado o pintado y procura hace
20 Preguntas para tus clientes20 Preguntas para tus clientes4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Antes de iniciar cualquier proyecto es esencial obtener información preliminar de sus clientes. Esto ayudará a allanar el camino para el éxito del proyecto y ayudar a la visión del cliente.
Muchas de las preguntas que figuran a continuación también pueden ayudar en la elaboración de un presupuesto para su cliente. Cosas como los plazos, utilización, etc deberían tenerse en cuenta en los precios.
Desde mi punto de vista principalmente en el diseño de logotipos es, conseguir información preliminar para construir satisfactoriamente el nuevo proyecto. Asimismo, muchas de estas preguntas se pueden aplicar a otras formas de diseño, así que siéntete libre de integrarla en tus preguntas para diversas ramas del diseño.
* CUESTIONES RELACIONADAS CON LA EMPRESA *
1 - ¿Cómo describiría sus servicios y / o productos?
2 - ¿Cuáles son las metas a largo p
The Dream Proof"I dreamt it."The Dream Proof2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You mean to say you actually saw the proof in your dreams?"
"I cannot explain how, why and all those questions that you may have. But what you see in your hand is exactly what I saw in that dream."
Standing before me was one of the younger members of the staff. He had burst into my office that morning, looking as he had just got up from the bed. His clothes were a mess but what caught my eye was the look on his face, one that a child that has just taken its first step, horrified but excited at the same time. And the reason for this lay in front of me.
"Now tell me again, slowly what this is all about. And please have a seat." I said, motioning to his right.
"Okay," he said, sitting down, and taking a deep breath, "I had been reading up on Number Theory as a possible area for my doctorate research, and I came across Fermat's last theorem. The more I read, the more I became intrigued by this simple looking theorem."
I nodded my head, understanding the amazement
Fallen Angel Chapter threeChapter ThreeFallen Angel Chapter three3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Road Home
The girl looks at her father, "No!" she stood up looking at her father, she was trying not to cry.
"What do you mean 'no'?" Jonathan asked looking surprised to hear his daughter say that to him. She had never talked back before.
"I do not want a new mother! I will make her hate you or something. Daddy, I like it just you me and Sebastian, please don't change that," she said as she lost the battle to her tears as they now slipped down cheeks. She still wasn't over her mother's death, despite the time that has gone past. Adrianna really didn't want to see another person she loved lost, and she was hardly hanging on to her family, so it wasn't surprising that she did not want to become attached to someone new.
Jonathan looked at his daughter. He was extremely surprised; he didn't kno
Gravity 0In every soulGravity 03 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
there's a small white path
that we call 'sanity'.
Just beside this sanity
there's a dark sea.
When we take one step
into this sea
our soul gets embraced by darkness
and becomes blind.
This sea is 'insanity'.
sometimes this path of sanity gets broader
and sometimes smaller.
But we still try,
no matter how small the path is,
to walk on in sanity.
But within some souls
this path of sanity
doesn't exist anymore.
So we have to walk in insanity
and sink in, deeper and deeper into the dark sea of madness.
We have no chance to get out by our self anymore,
and can only hope, to meet another soul.
Another soul, that also just had black days, and black nights.
That also just longs for another soul, that has gone through the same
and only waits to be accepted like it is.
These distant souls, that feel like one,
may find the light in our hearts again.
The light, that lets us walk on the sea of sanity.
and puts the gravity to 0.
Let me be the one...I sit right in front of you. Still unable to say anything, as the first tears roll down my cheeks. I just don't believe the words you said to me. You take my head, and wipe the tears away softly. You tell me not to cry at all. You tell me, every minute you spend with me is too precious to cry, so slowly the tears are stopping.Let me be the one...3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You have been the one who made me cry tears of happiness. Let me be the one who make you cry tears of happiness
I pull you close to me, so close that I can hear your heartbeat. Your smell is making me feel like floating away. Just the feeling of you being near me is making my heart smile. I don't want you to be far away from me, like you are right now. I pull you even closer, as I slowly form a soft smile with my lips, and look to your face.
You have been the one who finally made me smile. Let me be the one who makes you smiling and feel like you're the sun.
Finally, as you are sitting near me, and hugged me, I realized the sense of your words. You
DrowningThe pressureDrowning3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on my fragile body
I can't remember
how I got here
I just want
to get away.
all around me.
No other thing
I open my mouth
and want to scream
but I can't.
Bubbles are flowing
out of my mouth.
They are rising up
to the surface.
fills my mouth.
how my body gets heavier
with every second.
I try to get up again
but with every stroke
it feels like
I get pulled down
into the cold darkness.
In the air
a wave splashes
into my face
as I cough.
down from the cliff
as I told you
how much I like you?
from the stormy sea.
And the sea
pulls me down again,
cold, heartless embrace.
I don't want to go
but I have not the power
to fight again
It pulls me down
to the bottom
I never wanted
to end it with you
Architects of LifeWe are the architects of life.Architects of Life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We sculpt the environment to our needs.
We sculpt wild species into domesticates.
We design and breed biological monuments to our needs.
And today, it has been announced,
We build it.
Essentially hijacking existing architecture.
Building on the girders of life,
torn from their structures and facades.
But we built it.
We have come so far,
Yet, we have so far to go.
Loneliness.CHAPTER XVIII.Loneliness.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
LITTLE Princesss LOVER.
They were pretty far divided, going their several ways,
and never more took one step upward.
Wistful and wondering, she would sit in summer weather by
barred window. until bars of light would arise, when she turned
looking up at the sky through the
Lovely. Full of flowers. Theres buttercups, and theres
You and me,
(he had soon begun to turn grey); and the
his hands went often to his trembling lips.
THE FAMILY DIGNITY 247
There is very little to tell,
doubt; the immense disadvantage at which
be unfortunate, but were not common.
suppositions about my origin;
it out, seemed to mock them
Dont call it home, my child!
I hope not, O I hope not!
But it is home! What else can I call home? Why should
I ever forget it for a single moment?
painful to me to hear you call it home.
Now, was there some one in the
Things That Need To Be SaidThings That Need To Be SaidThings That Need To Be Said6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, if youre reading this, then you know it was meant for you. After all, who else would I say all this to?
Ive been thinking of you a lot lately. Various random things I do remind me of you. At work, I think of you as I stack boxes. It helps me get over the monotony of it all.
I think of the times we kissed, the times we held each other, the fun we had under the cover or in my truck, and, especially, the times you sat across from me laughing because of what I said or because I was being me. Those were some of the best times.
Your smile always made me feel at ease and your touch gave me a sense of security.
I miss that
I dont know which is more painful: the idea that you never loved me or the idea that you fell out of love with me. I guess it doesnt matter. I already know which one happened and it hurt
Never EndingNever EndingNever Ending6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I remember how she was sat.
On the edge of my bed, her legs tucked up behind her with her skirt arranged neatly in a wide circle around her. She didnt smile very much, but I knew that she was content. I wanted to say something, to tell her what I was feeling, but we had a promise. A pact. We werent going to say anything to each other, not anymore. We had said our last words to each other earlier; a breathless I love you as we lay in each others arms, exhausted and satisfied. Then we helped each other dress, her in a flowing black skirt and a red corset with black roses caressing her breasts and me in dark trousers and a red satin shirt. She always said I looked good in red.
I stood at my desk, mixing the drink, the black liquid from a small vial sinking slowly through the clear alcohol. I picked up the tall glasses and walked to the bed slowly, careful not to spill a drop. She took the glass from my hand with both of hers, and for a second the warmth of her fin
A Perfect MatchA Perfect MatchA Perfect Match6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or: Some Things Just Arent Meant To Be.
She loved dark hair
And his was black as night
He loved them tough
And shed never back out of a fight
He loved them hot
And she was like fire
She loved some stamina
And hed never tire
She loved good food
And he could cook for a king
He loved his music
And she loved to sing
He loved green eyes
And she had an emerald gaze
She loved compliments
And he was full of praise
She loved the bad boys
And he was always in trouble
Thats how they met
I hate to burst this bubble
Though they would have been fantastic
It seems that destiny didnt care
Their eyes met as she threw the switch
Of his electric chair
The Path Ahead...To make it to HeavenThe Path Ahead...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is to be stronger than your desires
But to be overcome by them
Means an eternity of fire
Live or die
It's your choice
Be merry in the clouds
Or suffer without a voice
Pass through the gates
With everything to gain
Or suffer in Hell
Held there by an invisible, burning chain
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Sweet NothingsWisper sweet nothings in my ear,Sweet Nothings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's sure not to come back void.
It reminds me of a vast ocean,
swimming far and wide.
It may not mean anything to people,
but it sure means alot to me.
If it wasn't meant to last forever,
I really wouldn't care.
If chance came,
I would do it all again.
Even through seperation,
I wouldn't forget you,
Or cease to remember those sweet nothings.
Shall I reinstate my song to you,
to show I care?
Or should I put it in my heart and seal it away for all time?
Maybe I should give it to you,
For It is yours to charish.
For all time you will see,
I always cared.
A Costly MissconseptionShall I give up as I toil this weary sun,A Costly Missconseption6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Struggling to stay alive as my day is done?
Give your heart to me,
I will take all the hurt he saids.
I will be thrown into the fire,
Along with with each and every...
Lier who gave his heart to sin.
Down here there's no sleep,
Down here theres not a single ounce of food.
Not one morsel to be found.
As each and every burning insect crawls the ground.
Shall we all do as this?
Give it all up,For what?
A single ounce of pleasure,
Small as a feather,at least to our own measure.
Laying down broken and beat
I give It all to you O God.
I cant carry this burden alone,
I can't do this on my own.
Tattoo This WorldLet's see what our lives bringTattoo This World6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let's let our words do the fighting
Let us shout and sing
And portray our message in writing
Bring your best
They'll bring their worst
We'll suffocate the rest
With our words
Let's make them remember
Every last remark
And then them we'll dismember
And we'll leave our mark
This world will not forget
Any of our names
And we will have no regrets
Defeating them at their own game
Here we go
Its our time
So, let's show them
A Unheard ScreamCant you feel it?A Unheard Scream6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A scream in the night.
I'm yelling at the top of my lungs.
A bleeding heart,
broken by time.
Why does help not come?
Do they take pleasure at my turmoil?
You with Forked tounges!
So I sit here alone.
Falling into hell..
Gone Down That RoadIf I died today and I heard you say,Gone Down That Road6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
that you didn't want a man by your side.
Well I'd take your hand, I'd guide you along,
and I'd find us a place to hide.
If we were the only ones gone down that road,
would you take my hand or would you let me go?
If I walked beside you and you beside me,
would you take my hand and we'll see what we see;
would you see me?
If we were in deep water what would you say,
would you take my hand and would we swim all the way?
If we were still together now what would you say,
would you tell me to leave or would you ask me to stay?