En el cielo un destello parecía planear, y con un tremendo golpe parecía aterrizar. Entre tanto polvo y arena una figura alta y hermosa aparecía, su andar era elegante y su mirada penetrante. La gente asombrada, quieta se quedaba, perpleja de este extraño suceso, de esta historia tan peculiar. La figura, con un traje plagado de estrellas y universos tallados, y un sombrero a la par, andaba sin destino, sin sentido. Varios policías aparecieron en la escena y con sus armas apuntaron a esta bella figura, esta no paraba, ni les miraba. Asustado dejaron pasar a la nueva invitada, la cual se retiro con un andar virtuoso. Parecía un cometa sin camino, una estrella rota y intentado buscar más calor del que alimentarse. Entre la niebla desapareció, y solo el recuerdo de su belleza alimenta a las personas que la vieron pasar, nadie la conocía, nadie sabía de ella, pero sentían su mirada y su corazón proporcionándoles la paz necesaria, la paz que jamás habían sentido. Esta invitada, esta estrella perdida, parecía haber encontrado al fin, un lugar donde descansar de tanto viajar, un lugar donde al fin vivir.
"Belysta"
In the sky a Flash seemed to plan, and with a tremendous blow seemed to land. Meanwhile dust and sand a high and beautiful figure appeared, his gait was elegant and her penetrating gaze. Amazed, still people stayed, puzzled from this strange event, of this peculiar story. The figure, with a full suit of stars and universes carved, and a hat, was no destination, no sense. Several policemen appeared on the scene and with their weapons pointed at this beautiful figure, this does not stop, nor looked at them. Afraid let pass to the new guest, which I retired with a virtuoso ride. It looked like a kite without road, a broken star and tried to look more heat than the feed. Between the fog disappeared, and only the memory of its beauty feeds people who saw it happen, no one knew it, no one knew it, but they felt his gaze and his heart by providing the necessary peace, peace that had never felt. This guest, this lost star, seemed to have found the purpose, a place to rest and travel, a place to finally live.
Ever thought of comics? Let me know. I'm a writer and amateur artist looking for a good collaborator. I don't know if you do sequential art, but I think you'd be great. Do you do that kind of thing?
Also, no one's commented on your use of textures, which along with everything else I think are superb.
Wow. She is beautiful! Love the way you concentrated on her expression. And especially, the look from her eyes is what I love about this painting of yours. A little bit arrogant, certainly eccentric, but first and foremost elegant. Reminds me of someone ^^.
Also, no one's commented on your use of textures, which along with everything else I think are superb.
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