A Collection of seasonal art of all mediums and genres, and from artists of all ages and talents from well seasoned experts to beginners.
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Donde esta el mio! щ(ಥДಥщ
Esta durmiendo, calla ke lo vas a despertar D:
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On the sidewalk of the city
are my screams just a whisper
busy people going nowhere
see me soak in the rain
no compassion nothing matters
my resistance is waiting
like a flower in the basement
waiting for a lonely death
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// I´m so sorry for my bad english!! //
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When I feed the poor, they call me a saint.
When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.
- Dom Helder Camara, Archbishop of Recife, Brazil
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Procedamos a la quema de bienes ajenos :3
la ameeee *o*
si no debiera tantas cosas haria un art trade contigo si quisieras *o*
=3
El Angel de la Muerte. Lady Ice.
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On the sidewalk of the city
are my screams just a whisper
busy people going nowhere
see me soak in the rain
no compassion nothing matters
my resistance is waiting
like a flower in the basement
waiting for a lonely death
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