He passed away with his eyes open, blue as the sky and big as his curiosity and his vital impetus; those wild and expressive eyes, vehement as he himself was, with quick and sharp words, but a tender heart. He died on March 28th 1942, the Saturday before Easter, in Alicante. But not completely, because whoever is eternal never disappears.
Mi infancia son recuerdos de un patio de Sevilla,
Arte digital, pintura e ilustración, diseño gráfico, murales... Me dedico a todo esto... y a mucho más.
"Deja de pensar, deja que todo fluya, siéntate al sol y disfruta de la vida."