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Making the coloring book was an incredible adventure. In this book, I show 64 coloring sheets with drawings that I made, over several months. Take something from my dreams and give it back full of color. #quedateencasa
Miraflores tribute: Salazar Park
In the background the Morro Solar, the sea and the cliffs. The all-seeing sun that looks through the sculpture in the park. The jets of water dance with memory, the flowers are thousands, like the people who passed by. The way love of years, the color you give it, your memory.
The Comet
The muted sky and there above us a bright comet, side by side at night, hours contemplating the night, lying there on the sand, the Hyakutake takes your breath away.
A World to Play
Grab the skateboard, roll it or your older shoes, you go to the park and throw yourself in the garden, one afternoon, you see the sunset, you wrap up and you stay looking at the stars, a fleeting one, the moon if you're lucky, imagine some lonely planet, you start to philosophize about the size of space, that you land on Earth, infinity. You turn around and someone is next to you, doing exactly the same.
Park ofLove
You fall into the void from the cliff next to the bridge, you slip and feel the magic of the air on your face, the coat of your wings asking for help, the art about you, the paths that you stepped on before launching, you remember every phrase of the boardwalk and you continue falling, thinking that a kiss is two million flights, three million falls, five million ants in your stomach.
Miraflores Bay
It is an idyll where each thing inhabits an ideal space, ideal for contemplation. Weekend specials with your partner, of holidays in the afternoon with solitude, of conquests and mischief, an infinite bay and the light of the lighthouse, Every Seven Seconds as Antonio Cisneros immortalized, illuminate each house, each flower and each desire.
JFK Park
A microsystem of living beings, of encounters, songs, cries. Different skin tones are enjoyed, hearts that beat with different rhythms are heard, highs and lows are heard, drums and horns, trees and furtive kisses are planted, one worships, hates and advances. Kennedy Park is a place of passage, a place by step and with step, it is lung, it is Chinese ink and it is tomato sauce. This park is quicksand, it is shadow, it is sword, it is heartbeat and heartbeat.
The begin and the end
Love is everything, since you open your eyes and enter the world from the other dimension and throughout the journey, you are always that and everything, you are love, you exist, you feel yourself, you give yourself up. Fly, eat, love. Eat, love, fly. Open your wings, open your being, breathe, run, but always, love dance.
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