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Creo que lo que más me molesta
es esa incertidumbre
de no saber si dejaste huella
o simplemente fuiste una brisa en su vida.
—  Blue. (¿Me recordarás con el paso del tiempo?)
Se enamoraron, y ese no era el plan de ninguno de los dos.
Él, que venía dolido de otro cuerpo, que intentaba superar el día a día con noches sin amor.
Ella, cansada de las desilusiones que venían una tras otra, viviendo el amor a través de los libros y no de la vida.
Fue cuando sucedió, entonces se conocieron, y todo cambió.
Fue casi un choque cósmico, dos vidas que no tenían idea de todo lo que iban a vivir, de todo lo que iban a sentir.
Él, enamorado de la manera en que ella lo hacía sentir, enganchado a ella por ser tan hermosa y prohibida.
Ella, enamorada de su mirada y la ternura que le reflejaba, sin lograr un olvidar nunca esos ojos que estaba prohibido que mirase. Amor, intenso y explosivo. Complementándose
—  La sinfonía del alma.

I’m making a quite huge illustration for my personnal project. Here is a wip! You’ll find the whole version soon. ;)

2017 French Election Gothic

- You don’t remember the president. You know he must be here, but you never see him. They say there is a shadow in the Elysée Palace. People are complaining ; at night, you can hear crying sounds.

- “En Marche, En Marche”, they never stop, they never stop walking, why and where ? But when they come back, they are different. It’s something in the eyes. And they say, again : “En Marche !” Some people never come back, and now you’re afraid of walking.

- When you try to do research about the right-wing candidate, you only find newspapers and articles. The legend is complex ; you don’t understand everything. Some articles are about his wife, others mention children, but it’s mostly about a curse, and a price to pay. All evoke a great tragedy : “This is the end of his campaign”, they say, “This is the end”.

- They say “If the right-wing candidate doesn’t win, he will come back”. You don’t ask ; you know.

- Sometimes, you see a poster about a man you don’t know. “François Asselineau”, okay. It doesn’t matter. The next morning, there are more posters of him. And more. And more, covering the other candidates. You try to take it off, but the next morning, there are more.

- You watch television : one man says he will support the socialist candidate. You change the channel : the same man says he will never support the socialist candidate. You turn off the TV.

- There are weird sounds coming from the HQ of one of the candidate. Mechanical sounds. One day, the candidate goes out ; he is smiling. He snaps his finger ; an other version of him appears. “It’s not me”, he says “but it’s just like me”. You don’t see the difference. Then, he snaps his finger again. And again. And again. He never stops.

- You know she’s here. You know she’s waiting. Everyone is scared. Legends say she will come with a blue rose in her hand. And then… what ? Legends never say. 

- Jean-François Copé is still on television.