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echo, before studying Communication Studies also raised me to study Advertising. Of course there would be gone too, because the part that attracts me is, once again, the hardest to break through: The creative: _D
In any case, I leave here three of the ads that I liked the marathon this year:




This has me excited. Just as the advertisements for "babies are adults pretending to" not make me grace, the idea of putting children thus making such a serious and concentrated sports hits me likeis gossiping about it.

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I heard today while fooling around on Twitter, that is dead Satoshi Kon.

I was very sorrowful.

No one may object that he was, along with Studio Ghibli, the mainstay of today's anime. And that means a huge loss.



shattered when I was about 13 I discovered that the anime could be more than magical girls (Sailor Moon), Ostia to gogo (Dragoi Bola), or lovable mascot (Pokemon). Something much darker, more adult, to play other genres. Occurred because the older sister of a friend of mine had "Perfect Blue" on VHS6. I was very sorrowful. This is his filmography:





Perfect Blue (1998)

Millennium Actress (2001)
Tokyo Godfathers (2003)
• Paranoia Agent
(2004)
Paprika (2006)
Good Morning (part of
• Kuri15 Ani *) (2008)
• The Dream Machine (2011) not even reach ten titles. 46. I thought todes movies that could have given this man to have lived another 47 years and I have started to mourn.
Why do I mourn the death of a Japanese in my life I've known or know this? That made me think that something is doubly tragic death of an artist. His family lost the person, but the rest of humanity lose his legacy, or rather, the chances of that legacy. Is there anything more hurtful that possibility? Satoshi Kon was unique, and although there are heirs, impersonators, while others go their way, will not be him. Never again will leadfit the possibility of return to see them shine, shine, and will continue to see their label, work after work, unique and impregnable.
• Maybe because I am a passionate devotee (I'll explain how I base my criteria XD). When I love an artist, is a music group, a filmmaker or a comic illustrator, I take any shit. Hare blind eye if I am disappointed that shit and of course I shall say to outsiders. But the point is that artists continue to create, and develop or do the same thing, keep creating, keep creating, keep creating. Because if you then die at 47 years and I think everything that could have given and never will give us, it sucks. And this Fri ne linked to one of my biggest (stupid) fears: that one of my favorite artists die before finishing his work. There is nothing that I look more miserable than a posthumous work. I think what the artist would have actually done, the parts to be removed, which would have included developments. I do not like. I get the impression that other people have peed in that creation. Because the original polish that can only work to its creator, and no one else. And if we need that mind, the soul, we have nothing. Well yes, we
otherwise. Substitutes, concoctions, imitations. Otherwise.

Losing an artist, is losing his once all the works that could have given us.

Today, although

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If not serious towards the magnificent night, and rested the incredible day at the beach, doing nothing at all ... not, the fact is that last night I went to the most style conscious Ratatouille pleasure of taste.
I am a normal person, affordable tastes who enjoys any comd as some portions of authentic Roman pizza (these days we tested a Nerja that are here in one pass) like a hamburger, or a simple roast chicken, but the fact is that I really enjoy the food, but last night was indescribable, I really can not Expica in words that feeling, that sentimieno and the stage that I got to taste the magnificent the cheek bittersweet molasses Luque Home here in Nerja ... a burst of

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hiatus ; (indefinite real-life, and stuff-)