miércoles, 30 de octubre de 2013

The Walking Dead From Vascongades

  Sketch version

I can't understand the new tradition developed in Spain (or imported from Argentina) of digging up all the corpses as possible of our civil war.

The last politician who has joined to this new "tradition" is Odón Elorza.

In these days of Halloween and with the new release of The Walking Dead (the 4th year) I bring you the spanish version of all this mix , directly from the Vascongades, Spain.

And now here you are the final version. I hope you like it:

Odón Elorza walking Dead

   Final version
Enjoy it!.


martes, 29 de octubre de 2013

Happy Halloween 2013

This is my new entry, dedicated to all of you, who celebrate Halloween. :)


Halloween 2013

lunes, 7 de octubre de 2013

MIGUEL DE UNAMUNO

Miguel De Unamuno















































Hi!. He's Miguel De Unamuno, the famous Spanish writer of the past century. 

This illustration will be used as cover of the next book of Julia Nieto Díaz-Toledo, http://julianietoloshunosyloshotros.blogspot.com.es/, degree in philosophy,technical certificate in education in foreign language and teacher in the Corazón de María Hich School in Madrid, Spain.

Her passion for Unamuno comes from her years at uniriversity when as a personal promise, she decided that Unamuno won't die inside her at all. And this is how it has been. After decades his texts are absolutely actual. One of the bigs. A MASTER.

She will bring in her next book a personal comment about his last reflexions and thinkings, his pain and anguishes. About the tragic resentment of the life. 
She told me that Unamuno uses to walk as I've illustrated here, with his hands at his back and big and slow steps over the ground...Showing  his stressfull pilgrimage, his lack of confort wherever he went, his contradictions...It's Unamuno. 
And here you are a text written by Julia, as a personal tribute:

En una Salamanca anegada en sangre, un anciano molesto pasea solo, siempre solo. Su

compañera hace tiempo que le dejó. Amigos, familia...todo perdido. El calor le atenaza

la garganta, cansada de gritar su dolor de España.

Zancadas amplias, por llegar con prisa a ninguna parte. Nadie le espera. Nadie le

acompaña en ese insoportablemente tórrido verano de 1936.

Salamanca, renaciente maravilla, le da la espalda. La ciudad que se le entregó generosa

a su vuelta del exilio le mira con recelo, hosca, hostil.

Y él escribe sus últimos apuntes, que conformarían un libro que no llegó a ser. Un libro

donde mostrar su dolor. Su impotencia. Su agonía. Su fragilidad: El Resentimiento

trágico de la vida.

Tras el infierno, el invierno jalonado de pérdidas. De olvidos.

La fría Nochevieja de ese año, Unamuno muere gritando: “Dios no puede volver la

espalda a España, España se salvará porque tiene que salvarse”. 



Enjoy it!.