tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138442382009-05-13T21:24:47.900-03:00this is THE GLOAMINGwe are accidents waiting to happen.Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844238.post-761932674611908302007-01-25T11:56:00.000-03:002008-12-08T21:29:11.385-02:00dream.. dream.... dream.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zfcv_Ra3ug/RbjF4IqtpcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/H6VQpMrixK8/s1600-h/estas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023982952521770434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zfcv_Ra3ug/RbjF4IqtpcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/H6VQpMrixK8/s400/estas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844238-76193267461190830?l=elcrepusculo.blogspot.com'/></div>Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844238.post-18380293102193643012007-01-16T08:43:00.000-03:002008-12-08T21:29:11.477-02:00Put the eyes in the cupboard<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zfcv_Ra3ug/Ray6iQIhk_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/jYiGZH4JZl0/s1600-h/cupboard.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020592782220301298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zfcv_Ra3ug/Ray6iQIhk_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/jYiGZH4JZl0/s400/cupboard.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844238-1838029310219364301?l=elcrepusculo.blogspot.com'/></div>Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844238.post-84755907740767060032007-01-16T08:39:00.000-03:002008-12-08T21:29:11.799-02:00Maestro<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zfcv_Ra3ug/Ray5jgIhk-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/iWahPJCvDcw/s1600-h/arbol.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020591704183509986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zfcv_Ra3ug/Ray5jgIhk-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/iWahPJCvDcw/s400/arbol.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844238-8475590774076706003?l=elcrepusculo.blogspot.com'/></div>Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844238.post-69910932562194061672007-01-16T08:34:00.000-03:002008-12-08T21:29:11.898-02:00Silencio<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zfcv_Ra3ug/Ray5BgIhk9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZlaR2fitIo4/s1600-h/silencio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020591120067957714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zfcv_Ra3ug/Ray5BgIhk9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZlaR2fitIo4/s400/silencio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844238-6991093256219406167?l=elcrepusculo.blogspot.com'/></div>Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844238.post-39036833890780633312006-11-23T21:54:00.000-03:002006-11-24T11:08:37.660-03:00Shame, shame, shame.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7950/1689/1600/263352/shame%20shame%20shame.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7950/1689/400/805838/shame%20shame%20shame.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Los hechos<br />se vuelven siniestros<br />cuando ocultamos<br />nuestras historias.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844238-3903683389078063331?l=elcrepusculo.blogspot.com'/></div>Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844238.post-1142550910713872322006-03-16T20:13:00.000-03:002006-03-16T20:15:10.740-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/1600/Niebla.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/400/Niebla.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Se elevaba una niebla atroz, más húmeda y más fría que el caer de la lluvia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844238-114255091071387232?l=elcrepusculo.blogspot.com'/></div>Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844238.post-1141955944828367382006-03-09T22:39:00.000-03:002006-03-09T22:59:04.850-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/1600/Dostojevski.2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/400/Dostojevski.2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>El mundo no había sido creado más que para mí. Si me levantaba la tapa de los sesos, el mundo dejaría de existir, al menos para mí.<br /> Y puede suceder que, en efecto, nada exista para nadie después de mí y que el mundo entero, una vez que se haya abolido mi conciencia, se desvanezca como un fantasma, puesto que no es más que el objeto de mi conciencia, y que se aniquile, puesto que todo el mundo y todos los hombres acaso no sean más que yo mismo que soy todo ello.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844238-114195594482836738?l=elcrepusculo.blogspot.com'/></div>Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844238.post-1136301133833719412006-01-03T11:57:00.000-03:002006-01-03T12:12:13.850-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/1600/cuadro1.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/400/cuadro1.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/1600/cuadro2.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/400/cuadro2.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>This isn't happening</em><br /><em>I'm not here</em><br /><em>I'm not here</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844238-113630113383371941?l=elcrepusculo.blogspot.com'/></div>Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844238.post-1131121944569759712005-11-04T13:14:00.000-03:002005-11-04T13:35:38.066-03:00"All full of glory"<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/1600/All_full_of_glory.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/400/All_full_of_glory.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I said the morning<br />It isn't your time<br />Barefoot naked<br />I can see your lines<br />It doesn't bother me<br />That you are right<br />Your grass is grassy wet<br />Your light white is bright<br />Light white light<br /><br />I skipped the part about love<br />It seems so shallow and low<br />Low low low<br />Low low low<br /><br />I like your hands<br />All full of glory<br />All full of glory<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844238-113112194456975971?l=elcrepusculo.blogspot.com'/></div>Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844238.post-1130951657836166592005-11-02T14:04:00.000-03:002006-01-02T23:54:47.763-03:00"Everyone is so near and so alone"<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/1600/so_alone.2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/400/so_alone.2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/1600/so_alone.1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/1600/so_alone.0.jpg"><blockquote><p align="left"></p><p align="center"></a></p></blockquote><div align="left">Everyone </div><div align="left">Everyone around here </div><div align="left">Everyone is so near </div><div align="left">and so alone </div><div align="left">so alone </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844238-113095165783616659?l=elcrepusculo.blogspot.com'/></div>Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844238.post-1125540022088122222005-08-31T22:48:00.000-03:002005-08-31T23:00:22.096-03:00"you left me alone"<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/1600/YouLeftMeAlone.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/400/YouLeftMeAlone.jpg" border="0" /></a> I can watch but not take part</div><div align="center">where i end and where you start</div><div align="center">where you, you left me alone</div><div align="center">you left me alone.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844238-112554002208812222?l=elcrepusculo.blogspot.com'/></div>Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844238.post-1125449495960642712005-08-30T21:39:00.000-03:002005-08-30T21:51:35.966-03:00I've got the smell of a local man who's got the loneliest feeling<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/1600/TheLoneliestFeeling.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/400/TheLoneliestFeeling.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p align="center">I am the key to the lock in your house<br />That keeps your toys in the basement<br />And if you get too far inside<br />You'll only see my reflection<br /><br />It's always best when the light is off<br />I am the pick in the ice<br />Do not cry out or hit the alarm<br />You know we're friends till we die<br /><br />And either way you turn<br />I'll be there<br />Open up your skull<br />I'll be there<br />Climbing up the walls<br /><br />It's always best when the light is off<br />It's always better on the outside<br />Fifteen blows to the back of your head<br />Fifteen blows to your mind<br /><br />So lock the kids up safe tonight<br />Put the eyes in the cupboard<br />I've got the smell of a local man<br />Who's got the loneliest feeling<br /><br />That either way he turns<br />I'll be there<br />Open up your skull<br />I'll be there<br />Climbing up the walls</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844238-112544949596064271?l=elcrepusculo.blogspot.com'/></div>Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844238.post-1125448732045318122005-08-30T21:29:00.000-03:002005-08-30T22:03:13.133-03:00"La subversión"<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/1600/LaSubversion02.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5832/1233/320/LaSubversion02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Dibujo en tinta sobre papel.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Es una simple alegoría, y nada más que eso.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844238-112544873204531812?l=elcrepusculo.blogspot.com'/></div>Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844238.post-1119373403066021342005-06-21T14:03:00.000-03:002005-08-31T23:07:18.466-03:00"La soledad se ve en la cara del gracioso"<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6515/1024/LaSoledad1.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6515/320/LaSoledad1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />“La soledad se ve en la cara del gracioso”.<br />Es mi primer cuadro, terminado en abril de 2005.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844238-111937340306602134?l=elcrepusculo.blogspot.com'/></div>Rökkurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16071046279087742635noreply@blogger.com1