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was all around him to see continued "Why the war" and there was no way, there were so many parameters to take into account not to "screw up" in the beginning and muss or closing chapters and made me write the last chapters. I think I'll write the third chapter when you have the last three (These do not show until the time comes of course) and I sure is easier to carry. Because if you start to write without having perfectly clear what will happen in the end ... because something is wrong. So to see how the invention;) Here in this link

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Drawing a little.

hang the sketches and the first page of the comic I want to send to Bungie (developers of Halo) to provide luck.
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PS: I'm pretty creative lately PAAQUÍ PALL X_D

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Songs that talk about you.


paqui
With my songs, my songs pall
life passes quickly .
With the woman who was to women to come, I closed my wounds
. Live

more at night than day dream
more awake than asleep,
drink more than I should,
On Sundays I usually swear to change my life.

One day I saw that singing was the perfect way to slam
of the doubt.
I do not care what they say?
I really care about,

Those who share my days
songs I paid my debts and my errors


goodbyes My heart says
vacation requests will take no more lies

If ever you see me lost without smile, I will not need
Only
support a bar,
whole night for me and an illusion

friend my dream is worth more than money, I can live

joy Hence collect memories over there,
you tell me how is your life.

"La Fuga"



There are times when you're working, or in a pub, or even in a club and hear a song. Rather listen to the letter and the time stops. Talking about you, actually gives you the feeling that you've written it yourself. It is so powerful, yet strange and magical feeling that you look around and wonder "they also hear it?". That happened to me this song "La Fuga) song in all respects (except that the guy speaks of singing, when my case would draw) has made me think that talking about me, which very well could have written it ... A

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The Why of the war. 3

distant voices pass through the cloak of darkness which had engulfed and forced him to open his heavy eyelids. The light begins to slowly draw the world before him. Seven spectral shapes in the shadows begin to form before him, eyes can only distinguish too round, too bright: magicians?. Your mind is awakening to the rest of his body, section by section, muscle by muscle while trying to remember how it came to the situation where you are. The last thing I remember is the fight briefly in the bedroom ... And now it is lying on the floor, hands and arms tied to a column-by something cold touch had to be limestone.
feel a bittersweet mellow in the mouth. Spits out a blood clot that lets soaked chin. Note as if his head would burst and regained her world view becomes blurred at times fleeting. He raises his head and stares at the seven wise men, and if part of some strange hallucination trigger these failures for the pain ... but they are not. The seven seniors will hold their eyes as one, and as one take one step forward and ask,
- What is the antidote?. Feels too
confusing, they speak?. it's all too strange, if only I could rest a bit ...
- What is the antidote?.
portrays one to ask, this time without a word. The words come in the form of pain that fills you fire your nervous system. Yells but only manages to throw a hiss spit mixed with blood.
- WHAT IS THE ANTIDOTE?.
The new wave of pain hit him so hard it feels like the whole weight of his body is crushed against the stone column. The seven pairs of eyes looking at him with hate gold. The seven seniors are dressed in expensive clothes, with hundreds of charms and strange tattoos, they are all different but in essence, everyone is equal. I had never seen so many Wizards together not believe there was a total of more than one or two. Three at most. But seven ... was impossible. From what little I knew about them to keep only one of these aberrations as well as an annual cost to maintain a thriving city. The nature of their disabilities forced to eat only molten liquid gold ... five times a day. So make daily food for seven was something he would have thought unreachable.
- What is the antidote?
A brutal and unforgiving force almost crushes him against the column I forced them to shout again. This time does not yield strength after hitting him but, as Dante and invisbile hand, forces you to be first standing, then rise into the air, sanding his back to the stone column that is becoming red as your body takes up. Seven elderly
they examine, and recognize in their eyes the total ignorance question. You get a lump in my throat when recognized by their eyes that they were not helpful. Through these eyes shining bright yellow and knows that his next attack will be the last. Seven
fingers will point incalculable age, when their voices are cruel to rule his death a hidden door opens with a snap.
-Alto. Bajadlo. "says a voice rontunda the elderly.
King was standing a few feet of the wise men, and that's when the murderer, tied to the stone column begins to remember as a force invisible left on the ground. Damn, had been so close to getting their way ... But there it was. Vivo. The king, apollo wearily on a stick that seemed only decorative. With the head butt and wounds that will someday scars adorning his face and part of the head. Now that I remembered all prefer to have ended its life as soon as he had saved the dishonor of that error. Almost from birth he had been trained and guided to a single mission, had managed to infiltrate the past two years on the court. Serving higher charges, but could not ever see the king's face, always reluctant to show themselves in public ... Until recently more than a month. He had given his chance to show in public, leading to the moment that he was born. A destination. And had failed, just a hit and several inches of his victim, the king had dealt a blow to blind had reached the throat, apparently not enough to end his life, but to let a hiss by voice and constant taste of blood in his mouth. Seven elderly

are on one side and the king pulls up in front of stone column.
- Want to stop yourself, Your Majesty? - Sings an echo of old voices.
"No," the king .- Loose him!.
silence overtakes the room. The Wizards incredulous look at each other.
"I said" Start with a booming voice repeating "Let him solteis.
"But, but ... Your Majesty. This murderer not only tried to kill him, but he succeeded. By hitting him repeatedly with his poisoned weapons to seal his fate, but the unfortunate does not seem to know the dirty tricks that had been smeared with their weapons. My king, this filth we have here in front, to finish with your life! You can still walk and breathe, but he has accomplished his mission. Your Majesty, we do not ... you are more than eight or nine days of life.

The murderer smiles upon hearing the words appeared to be the oldest of the elderly. Now you can die with a clear conscience. Look superiority to the king when this is addressed to the hobble. But his eyes as salt dissolves in water when it unleashes the king himself, while he says, "I need your help, I have little time, and I would die ... before ... consult the library of your king .-
Both the elderly and the murderer they look puzzled, as the silence seemed to corrode the very walls and foundations of the room. An unspoken question around the room, and King, no stranger to this, he proceeds to answer:
-I have searched all the books that have fallen into my hands for decades, why so much blood has been spilled. Always found nothing. I have the hope that in that library, as I have heard the greatest of all that exists, is the answer. Before dying I want to know ... why this war. I think that somehow, if I find that answer, my life will have served some purpose ... Nothing

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've changed the decor that reminded me of the house of "Sirius Black" XD this a little more cheerful.
would be appreciated if anyone else skilled in the areas of computer show me how you change the font type for one more "old hehco letter by hand."

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The Why of the war. 2

After a month of auditions with the people, the King was much older. For all purposes were his first weeks as King, and he endured as decades. The previous years had lived in one of the seven towers that accompanied the circular walls of the castle, in those towers were others like him. With his maps and his medals, with ink that took away many lives as the vilest of epidemics.

Now, looking through the window of the high central tower, he saw far beyond what had ever seen. Looked drawn fire in the distance, the death line separating the two kingdoms. The same line that represented their planes out with a single stroke. In their eyes, their battered country stared back through his own face haggard. Worn as a rock that had fought too long with a rough sea and cruel. Bury the window with its curtains of cloth filled with gold and silver engravings. He believed that by hiding the view of the fire and the battle would feel far better, as if woven gold dragon wrapped on a silver embroidered fruit sauce had the power to erase all the reality that lay behind their flapping folds.

He sits in his chair and turns his gaze to the table where a lot of lead figures rest on arrows and annotations. The room goes dark in mid leaving the candles are gradually extinguished, having earned and well deserved rest. There was only because the soft light of a small candle that rested next to the fountain. The rest of the room was cut by backlighting, the display cases full of countless ancient artifacts were only dark silhouettes filled with little luster. His bed was surrounded as usual by the old family curtains. It was funny how they hid in the same way the ventantas and beds, which were the only places from someone who lived could travel virtually locked up, either view it with the mind and dreams.

Goes to bed before the last light is extinguished and all was darkness, there aside the curtain and suddenly notice a tingle in the stomach, while thinking that has gone bad dinner directs our gaze to her stomach . There lies a dagger in the medium sink. His mind still seemed dazed, as if they understood that they had just stabbed, luckily his body still remembered the training he had received from young and with both hands clutching the neck of the unknown assailant. It tries to get away from the dam loses while breathing, but someone capable of infiltrating the room with a king has unlimited resources and does not hesitate to flaunt them. A tremendous knee further plunge the knife into the abdomen of the king. This puts his hands to the stomach to remove it from there. Scraped reflexes begin to take shape in the room, each of the deadly flashes is preceded by rapid rapiers the murderer who seems to save many more swords and knives as the king had his stomach removed, in extremis, to stop a further blow from the offender.

King notes that it loses the force mediated the pain in his stomach increases. Still unknown is the defending tooth and nail throughout the room. When you stop a sword blow extremely strong, the king lost his balance and falls back on the glass cases that burst with loud explosions. At the moment a shower of metal and wood objects will hit the whole body, notice how the blood flows from numerous cuts spread across its anatomy. His right eye was now the world through a prism and red liquid. He sees before him, squatting on who will kill you willing to give the coup de grace. One hand recognizes objects that have fallen around him, so before giving in to the shadows of an uncertain dream holds the handle and throws a punch in the dark in front of you. A thin curtain of blood splashing King's face when it sinks into unconsciousness.

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buenooo at last it's Friday, you win!. Tonight and tomorrow I have cenita comic course, we're there fighting to see if we make a cultural association in order to get grants to get our comics nationwide, without ruin in the attempt. The truth is that the scene is difficult, but every step DAS is a step further you get. Years ago I saw something light years to see me posted, and a few months ago when I went to a left of my old chat madrid cross out! there was a fanzine which helped with its so beautiful color cover. The leap to self-publish or not to publish nationally is given. Now it is fighting to make the leap from self-published to those published by "others." The question is not ruined during the process so any help we get with the future association will be a stone path away from so tormented. But good always says: "He who wants something, something hard."

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The Why of the war. 1

She could not hide his amazement at seeing the King, majesty, sitting on his throne only ten steps away.

- Oh, is much younger than I thought - she said spontaneously, when he realized his words hastily knelt.

"Sorry, your Majesty, I did not ...

The king raised his hand with a look sharp and paternal manner, he whispered:

"Hush, good woman, you have not done anything wrong. Just surprised you see my face, and it is normal because it is the first time I show the people in auditing. It is one of the first mistakes I correct. And now tell what is your problem, as there are many people who attend.

The long hallway that connected the input the sumptuous palace and the throne was all surrounded by guards who stood as graduation neared the king. Everyone was nervous because it was the first time the King showed his face, never before seen in public stopped for security reasons. He had lived as hundreds of their ancestors, held in the castle's towers full of chips in front of maps representing battalions, offensive studying, reading ancient battles, developing strategies ... Sending men to death, a day after another.

While, on the lonely nights in her room, sank book after book in the bowels of history. Many more than two thousand years of history crammed in endless shelves and even then he had found the reason why his country and the neighboring country in a war were ensarzados bloody, visceral and endless, among other mishaps caused the death of six children of the woman before him. And she smiled at him as if he was making an honor to hear. Inside the King felt like I had killed with his own hands after six children. We shook hands when the woman began to say the ages: "Thirty-two, twenty-nine, twenty, nineteen twins ...". He could not listen to the latest age. The woman said that without her children or her husband (who should be in a regiment, they had not reported his death), she was with her two daughters and so many times the robbers entered their house and TAKE ADVANTAGE of them.

The king to seek a husband and send him back home, and were paid every month as if his six children and his father continue even rows. The woman knelt much more and even try to kiss him in gratitude but the guards stopped him.

That day was just that hearing, because while women are left, the king went to his chambers, with a terrible heart pain for the first time, giving disgust to himself. Well after a few months

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Walking through life ...

something disastrous for family reasons and economic, in which the latest I wanted was to take the computer after coming home I'm back here, probably more asiduididad that I also have inet at work.

to see if in future months to get this blog thing decentillo.

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