City Maze

I’m back at Mexico City…

The toxicity you breathe in here is powerful & magical I must admit.

I like looking through the windows, even when I’m at the subway, I find in this inspiration, a kind of trance and beauty mingled in the ruins that this city is made of. It’s amazing and I love it… so much life, so much dreams, so much death… all powerful emotions, just imagine, that many souls, animals, demons living in such small place.

Its a laberynth… of thoughts, emotions, not just the walls and tunnels.

I feel as if I were a vampire… feeding on this collective emotions & canvases.

I hate it and I love it… I try to escape it but end up missing it again.

Mexico City

City Canvas by ~asaru on deviantART

RevolutionArt

Revolution Art – Issue 15

Dreams Issue

Just some months ago I found this wonderful PDF magazine… so i widely recommend it to you. Intresting stuff, lost of “visions” in there. Each issue is published every two months with collaborators all over the world and several categories, though its pure design at it’s best, so if you want to check it out you’ll probably find something you like or find intresting, even if its made for the masses.

Yup, self promotion at its best, but it’s a rather nice outcome which is rarely seen latley… so much content in the WWW that there’s few places like this left.

This issue’s subject is dreams… imagine all the probabilities, I personally would like a wider view on this, imaging looking at all those minds, collective thought goes PDF.

In this issue I found pleasant surprises…

If you want to check it out look for it at:

And if you’d like to get this issue point directly to:

Revolution Art – Issue 15 – Dreams

Passenger

I travel, and look at the window, yet those other windows, those prying eyes are vacant, they are pictures embedded in my eyes. They touch me and I keep them, forever, though forever is just a small lapse in time.

You might look back, but yet you see another window

Then I go deeper,

and I connect.

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No

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more

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words

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I arrive

Now I’m yours

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Now I’m the Passenger

Not Yet

The moon is rising while the smoke recoils

Not yet dear one…

The fall is yet to come