Y con esto cerramos la caja de los monstruos. Vuelvan a sus casas, damas y caballeros, e intenten dormir…
(lo pinta Tim Bradstreet)
Domingo naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo.
(lo pinta Tim Bradstreet)
Jueves naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo.
(lo pinta Tim Bradstreet)
Jueves naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo.
(lo pinta Tim Bradstreet)
Jueves naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo.
(lo pinta Tim Bradstreet)
Domingo naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo.
(lo pinta Tim Bradstreet)
Lunes naciente. Nuestro héroe y Garra Justiciera inician la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo.
(los pinta Tim Bradstreet)
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
(lo pinta Tim Bradstreet)
