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maybe...

I am leaving DeviantArt, this place its just full of problems that are really unbearable the stay, these problems are:

1.- The obvious "popularity contest" here. If you are popular among the forums your art get favs, period. It doesnt matter how idiotic.

2.- The recent administration problems here just shows the unstability of this community. I really hope Jark gets back this place, but I dont know if that its gonna happen.

3.- The frustration of working really hard in each pic and still my work get unnoticed.

There are just better places for me.

For those four or five people who are still interested in my photography you can visit my blog: www.lacrimology.tk but a word of warning, its in spanish.

Thanks for all. Luis.

Edit: In the next days I will delete all my works here

Funny, I never thought about what song that would be perfect for the end of MY world. The end of those days with my camera in a hand and the doubt of how the next picture will turn out to be. The exciting feeling inside of me every time I push the shooter and capture that moment, a moment that it's going to last forever.

Oh I miss the kiss of treachery
The shameless kiss of vanity
The soft and the black and the velvety…

I never stopped for a minute to look around me, at that moment. I always was looking at the future using the memories of the past. But I learnt, in the hardest way, that the future it's an utopia dressed in silk. The future just doesn't exist, every plan you have, every goal, every wish are just dreams in great danger of fading away. Vapor. And the song continues…

Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
When we both us knew how the ending would be...

But funny, the past its way behind us but it still feels so fresh, so there, inside. Still hurts, still explodes every time I dare to remember it. The past indeed it's a dangerous lover, sometimes I wish I had some magic pill that make me remember specific parts of it, make it go away (and please, erase it from the minds of the rest of the world while you are at it).

So it's all come back round to breaking apart
Again breaking apart like I'm made up of glass
Again making it up behind my back again
Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again…

So… we are here now. What's next? What is the next, logical, microscopic and fatal step? I am uncertain about that. I can't do anything but wonder. At least the song its good. So you all know. The day I am gone please, open in your player of choice the song "Disintegration" by "The Cure" and play it in my name.

So it's all come back round to breaking apart
Again breaking apart like I'm made up of glass
Again making it up behind my back again
Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again
Holding it up behind my head again cut in deep
To the heart of the bone again round and round
And round and it's coming apart again over and
Over and over

Now that i know that I'm breaking to pieces
I'll Pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone
Crying for sympathy
crocodile cry for the love of the crowd and the three cheers from everyone
Dropping through sky through the glass of the roof through the roof of your mouth
Through the mouth of your eye through the eye
Of the needle it's easier for me to get closer to
heaven than ever feel whole again

I never said i would stay to the end i knew
I would leave you with babies and everything
Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity
Screaming me over and over and over i leave
You with photographs pictures of trickery
Stains on the carpet and stains on the memory
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams when
both of us knew how the end always is...

how the end always is...

When enough its enough? When this place its going to stop being the two-faced shit hole that it is? People here don't appreciate hard work. People here just want easy and palatable pretty things. It doesn't matter how hard I word to get a shot. People just don't give a shit. Want an example; here you have your fucking example:

www.deviantart.com/view/189110… A fucking pic of a fucking dog… in black and white: 266+ favs

www.deviantart.com/view/185218… An idiotic guy making bubbles: 248 favs

www.deviantart.com/view/187053… A face… an oversaturated face: 122 favs

www.deviantart.com/view/190606… Pics of things… nice: 75 favs

www.deviantart.com/view/167516… A picture of a road: 188 favs

www.deviantart.com/view/185587… A nice pic of a nice chick in nice pinky clothes, te-he: 440 fucking favs!!!!!!

Now, let's take a look into some of my pics:

www.deviantart.com/view/191156… I planned the concept on this one for two months. I struggled for a model like that. I waited for weeks to hace a nice cloudy weather to use my blue camera filter: 3 favs

www.deviantart.com/view/177471… Another photo that took me several weeks to decide what angle was the best to express what I wanted. I waited for the model for weeks since he was in another town. I explored hundred of places in order to get the most adequate: 3 favs

www.deviantart.com/view/175587… Four months planning this one. I traveled to a town that's its tree hours away from here to take this one. I searched for the perfect place in a town I has never seen before. I paid a bribe to the place guard to let me take the pic: 2 favs

www.deviantart.com/view/144292… I didn't fin the proper place for this one. So I broke into an abandoned house and for two days I painted the walls in black! I did the costume and the concept: 3 favs

Now, did you notice a pattern here? FUCK YOU DA!!!

I am frustrated.

Caer es un arte del más delicado proceder
Bien puede traerte desdicha o bien llenarte de placer…

Caer es un juego que te rompe en el final
Destrozando a los felices y depresivos por igual…

¿Y después de caer? Es mejor no levantarse
La vida será igual ¿Para que molestarse?

¿Entonces cual es el punto? Yo se los diré, por suerte.
Ser feliz no es nuestro fin. Nuestro fin es la muerte.

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Su cuerpo, sus senos, su curvatura, su inocencia. Si, su inocencia. Recuerdo cuando se la arranque junto a sus pantaletas.