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Alien...EnragedShadow

This is a hommage to the animic and graphic creator of the most fascinating represention of the raging human quotshadowquot, H. R. Giger. Anexed....the incredible quottrailerquot of the Ridley Scott's enthrilling motion picture, ALIEN. The archetypal imaginery is eternal as Mankind and it works in this film as definitevely battle between the individual soul and her devilish and quotshadowquot inner creation. The work has been created with a macro photograph of an Alien's kit model that had formerly been assembied and painted by Samuel Gibert (my youngest son), a piece we really all love at home. See the trailer We worship what we love... as much as what we hate. Kindled poison bubbling in acid blood. Blind to reasoning, un-needed of, the darting tongue, sheathed by osbcure vices, named hatred, venim spoiled milk, that once run out of our dried mouths, without satisfying our hunger and thirst. Words that cut the heart into small pieces, made them be crushed by a fire, lethal fire of lacking love. Vengeance.... submitted desires, frustrated intentions, for getting near the Gods. Pilgrimmage kept roaring, fuelled slowly in the crystalized corridors of the fear of dying. Not a tear will be shared with you, either of passion or belevolence.. not doubt... no questions.... no hopes... nor space between the sick ego, and the object of the attack. Is not a bloody birthing, babtized in tears of pain and bliss. It is the hidden Soul, in despair, eating the mirror of passion that thrown to the void's dungeons, will smash with fury against anything... that could see in its reflection Rosa Cobos @ Copyright Rosa Cobos 2008 . All rights reserved