Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Thank You For Get Well

NEW LOGO Treparriscos

Each edition of the Vulture has a different logo, your designer Roberto Fernández year after year from the start we offer their creations, shows the descripion the same
This logo is a tribute to volunteers as valid both for participants and that includes the figure of a gentle rider with his dog and dressed in an irregular manner with a specific symbolism. This biker-looking groomed and friendly, he means the willingness and elegance of participants and volunteers without whom these cyclists gear could never take place. The relaxed way of being on the bike, and their expression intended to remember the true spirit of these two tests, where the fellowship and solidarity must always prevail.
Treparriscos A Bearded and design on each side, try to remember the origin of the names that accompany these two important events.
The top, topped with a mountain view, reflects the landscape quality of the two walks and a glimpse of a moderate difficulty.

again in a single logo XXI include osprey and the VIII Treparriscos
This image is subsequently used throughout the spread of Bearded brochures, posters, webb page, shirts, etc.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Mother Big Boobs Milk

Soliloquy



Wood Road,
spent with my feet splintered
Leaving traces of my body
and bring a little of what I see

Mixed emotions
They had been stored
Heat and cold in my mind
discarded by other reactions

magnetic Jars
the rain in a cloud
falling stars Looking ...
others enjoy ...

Barking night waking
looks Meeting
saturated Minds
Words filled with nothing

Ten fingers on one hand
eyes facing away
Still can not see anything
Did you think that was a fortunate encounter?

violence Forces
Love from aggression
Hatred in love
kisses taste

and reality hits you
When people were flying on masked
Still loose you the truth
Living every night
dying every morning

Monday, March 7, 2011

How Long Does A D & C Take

roads


Wish guts thrown
chest emerges from the sound of a drum corps
Stretched shaking
trap heat, are ropes, smothering the reason

Soliloquies of pleasure without regard
Eyes of love in search of
ambition
Inert object to my satisfaction
"Of course I like that song"

Minds
brutalized with a touch of sweat liquid drug
passion tire goes mass
now ... I just

However, without dialogue
Wrapped
if nothing else that I