The true delight is in the finding out rather than in the knowing. -Isaac Asimov

Sep 11, 2011

Warcraft 3 maps update

WesleyIeong alerted me of the missing links to my Warcraft 3 maps, which I totally forgot about. So, the page with the links is up and running, the link is right there at the top of the left sidebar.

Enjoy the maps!

Sep 3, 2011

A little update

Hi everyone! No, I'm not dead yet! Long time without updates to the blog, I know. Well, actually I've been updating the Spanish version with some poetry stuff that I have no patience nor talent to translate, so, yeah, sorry about that!

Anyway, as user SINGBAD pointed out (thanks!), download links for Trancemotion 2 and Trancemotion 3 were broken, so I've re-uploaded both sets to Megaupload. Now you can download them and enjoy!

For those of you too lazy to search, here are the new links:

Trancemotion 2:
Trancemotion 3:


Mar 30, 2011


A little experiment I just made: I took an old pic I made several years ago of the remainings of a cup (rum, IIRC) and messed around with it a while until reaching the result you can see here.

Feb 18, 2011

Black Eyes

At first I was not going to publish this on English, but I thought I could give it a try and rewrite it as best as I could. It's not literally translated, there are some changes here and there, but the meaning remains intact and although the verses' length does not match in most cases, I think I managed to keep a good rhyme overall.
Please remember I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize if any of it does not make any sense! Enjoy...

Take me on your hand,
close the amber twilight,
for life is not so much
nor much leaves the soul
put aside in its black

'Cause how long it takes
to hear the loud wails
from absent bodies
oozing with creative 
winds of so strong

I don't mean to bore you
thousand times, thousand days,
but please close it tight,
don't let the pupil out
from that hand that life

And damned be my ground
if I'm not stepping on your hand 
yearning for a halo,
joyful black twilight
amber on your faraway

And black in your hairs 
willing to escape
to poetry sing,
drawing those bites 
and black melodies 

on your black