#ilustradores
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
(el poema es de Sylvia Plath, el dibujo de Skottie Young)
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People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.
(lo pinta Nicolás Brondo)
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When the first living thing existed, I was there waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I’ll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.
(la pinta Joshua Middleton)
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Death has a body like a model, the clothes of a poet and the smile of your best friend. She wears a top hat for fun, her ankh necklace for power, and carries a big black umbrella for travelling to the ‘sunless lands.’ I wonder what she smells like? I’m sure it’s fresh and clean and her laugh must be rinkly or maybe it’s warm and chuckly, but whatever it is, Death laughs a lot.
(lo dijo Neil Gaiman, la pinta Mark McHaley)
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When the first living thing existed, I was there waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I’ll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.
(la pinta Yıldıray Çınar)
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Sábado naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo.
(lo pinta Frank Miller)
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Ponerse el uniforme cada día, delicada tarea.
(lo dibuja Jamal Igle, le da los colores Tom Chu)
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Lunes naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo.
(lo pinta Alex Maleev)
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Domingo naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo.
(la pinta Seung Hwan Lee)
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