Lunes naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo.
(lo pinta Erik Jones)
Vengo de casa de una amiga cargada de uniformes de segunda mano. Corren tiempos difíciles, hay que reciclar.
(lo pinta Marc Laming)
Domingo naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo.
(la pinta Mady Martin)
I think I’ve been right here before.
My soul is lost, my body is sore.
I kneel and pray. Shall I implore?
Let my hearts rest in Trenzalore.
(lo pinta Owen Freeman)
Viernes naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo.
(lo pinta Dustin Nguyen)
Ssh. Listen. What is that I hear,
Galumphing softly up the stair?
Go lock the door and fetch my gun!
Go on child, hurry! Quickly run!
No stop! Stand back! He’s coming in!
Oh, look, that greasy greenish skin!
The shining teeth, the greedy smile!
It’s Crocky–Wock, the Crocodile!
(el poema es de Roald Dahl, el cocodrilo lo pinta Ron Salas)
No animal is half as vile
As Crocky–Wock, the crocodile.
On Saturdays he likes to crunch
Six juicy children for his lunch
And he especially enjoys
Just three of each, three girls, three boys.
He smears the boys (to make them hot)
With mustard from the mustard pot.
But mustard doesn’t go with girls,
It tastes all wrong with plaits and curls.
With them, what goes extremely well
Is butterscotch and caramel.
It’s such a super marvelous treat
When boys are hot and girls are sweet.
At least that’s Crocky’s point of view
He ought to know. He’s had a few.
That’s all for now. It’s time for bed.
Lie down and rest your sleepy head.
(el poema es de Roald Dahl, el cocodrilo lo pinta Haitz de Diego)
International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia and Transphobia.
Be proud.
(esto lo firma Rick Lundskow)
