viernes, 30 de julio de 2010

Primera vez

Podemos decir felices que esta en Nuestra Primera Vez 
se que no tiene nada que ver esto aca pero es algo que nos compete a los dos (? 
si sin darnos cuenta logramos lo que hace tanto tiempo buscamos 
que es poder fuzionar nuestro Arte 
sin darnos cuenta y en el momento menos esperado paso SI! PASO!
y ahora podemos ver su fruto 
almenos yo me siento orgulloza de esto apezar de que no fue planeado en ningun momento por ninguno de los dos 
solo paso aprovechamos el momento y aca tenemos la primera creazion en conjunto 











Arte por:
Mural:  Leciel 
Fotografia: Rowan Nemesis











Esto es lo que logramos Arte y Oro puro Amigo sabe que tenes un gran potencial 
Comenza a explotarlo y yo estare a tu lado para fotografiarlo y ayudarte en lo que necesites! 

Espero que les guste nuestra primera muestra de arte! 

Rowan Nemesis

viernes, 2 de julio de 2010

Moscow

This song is about the most beautiful
city in the world. Moscow!

This city is a prostitute
She has red spots on her forehead
Her teeth are made of gold
She's fat and yet so lovely
Her mouth falls to my valley
when I pay her for it
She takes off her clothes but only for money
The city that keeps me in suspense

Moscow
One, two, three!
Moscow
Look!
Pioneers are walking around there,
singing songs to Lenin.

She is old and nevertheless beautiful
I can't resist her
I can't resist
She powders her old skin
and has gotten her breasts rebuilt
rebuilt
She makes me horny I suffer torment
She dances for me I have to pay
I have to pay
She sleeps with me but only for money
It's still the most beautiful city in the world

Moscow
One, two, three!
Moscow
Look!
Pioneers are walking around there,
singing songs to Lenin.

Moscow
One, two, three!
Moscow
Look!
Pioneers are walking around there,
singing songs to Lenin.

I see something, 
that you don't see
When you close your eyes
When you sleep deeply in the night

I see something,
that you don't see
When you kneel before me
When you lie before me

I see something 
that you don't see
When you touch me with your mouth

When you talk to me
I see something, that you'll never see
One, two, three!

Moscow
One, two, three!
Moscow
Look!
Pioneers are walking around there,
singing songs to Lenin.