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¿Por qué el logo de Garcia Brothers es un pingüino con alas postizas? – Garcia Brothers – 2019 ©

¿Por qué un pingüino? ¿Por qué alas postizas? Sino conocías estas respuestas. ¡Hoy es el día!, ¡adelante!

No hay duda alguna de que el pingüino es un animal fascinante. No solo por su pelaje, sus divertidas caminatas, resbalones o su capacidad para soportar la adversidad para vivir cada día. El motivo por el que sentimos gran admiración por este animal va mucho más allá.

¿Cuantas veces has oído hablar de que los pingüinos no pueden, ni saben, ni parecen querer y que NUNCA podrán volar? Haber escuchado tantas veces esta negación natural para los pingüinos nos ha hecho dar por sentado que no cabe posibilidad posible para lo insólito. Pobres pingüinos ¿no?, nadie da un duro por ellos.

Sin embargo, la increíble destreza bajo el agua de estos torpes caminantes pone en entredicho si les gustaría poder volar. Pues ya lo hacen bajo el agua.

Crecemos, sin darnos cuenta, aceptando ideas que nos son implantadas en nuestra mente, que no siempre responden a la lógica, y que nos hacen más daño que beneficio durante toda nuestra vida. Pero nosotros pensamos que cualquier cosa es posible, (sin entrar en eslóganes para vender tazas). Por este motivo nuestro pingüino tiene alas. ¿Falsas?

En no pocas ocasiones, la lógica se ve aplastada por la creatividad. Y todo lo que se da por sentado y firme… ¿acaso no puede caerse en cualquier momento?

Si no tienes alas, créalas. Si el mundo da por sentado una sola cosa, pon esa cosa en duda. La lógica no es sino la naturaleza de los cobardes. Y es por eso que hoy, el día internacional de los abuelos, queremos mostrar lo importantes que fueron para nosotros. Por su amor incondicional, gracias abuelos, por ponernos alas.

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Our first graphic novel will be coming next year – Garcia Brothers – 2019 ©

Maybe it’s the complexity. Or maybe simplicity. Is it creativity, or the authenticity of human emotions?

Have you ever wondered what makes a story brilliant, rasing it posterity?

Learning from the best and work is the only secret. Salva Espín, Ariel Olivetti and Carlos Pacheco, will be our teachers during the next months. Among his works are characters like Captain America or Superman. Under the signature of giants like Marvel and DC Comics.

We take this opportunity to announce that we are currently working on the first chapter of our first comic and it will be launched next year.

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garcia-brothers-org-the-last-wish-sketchA machine accompanied the last moments of my life. Those sounds were increasingly disparate, even could control the pace of the echoes for that, somehow, they were closer together and my family could come and see me one last time, but each time was harder for me, hurt me, and not death was pain, but live still. I Listened how my heart wanted go, betraying my own life and my thoughts were aware of my death. Despite this, he still had the strength to be able to think up. I took that thought and with surprising ease I sat on the couch.

Barefoot, I began to explore the room but something stopped me, I removed all cables from the chest and I kept going. I went out to the hallway full of nurses, patients, hypocrites families and I down a ladder leaning on the railing. Nobody seemed to be aware of my presence. I continued down the stairs when I started to feel my heartbeat, getting stronger. And then I saw the front door. One last breath, one last ride, that would be what I needed. I left the hospital, and a breath of cold air hit my face. I closed my eyes and felt happiness. I stood there, in front of the hospital, the strong wind moved me and pushed me inside, I had to lean for not to fall. I opened my eyes and saw before me a park, the most beautiful you can imagine. Like something out of a fairytale. How could something so beautiful be so close to me? Soon I realized that someone was playing with one of my fingers, turn your head and notice that I had supported on a cart and one baby was smiling me. I smiled back and wished him a happy life like mine.

The wind died and a sunbeam was seen between the trees and the sky showed its best colors panel in its most beautiful pink sunset. Suddenly someone shouted my name, I turned and saw the doctors pointed me out, some of them started running towards me. I panicked and tried to run across the street that separated me from the park. Several cars slowed, some insulted me, I kept running. One doctor grabbed me by the arm. We were in the middle of the road. I told him to let me go, I just wanted to go to the trees, but the doctor brought me back to the hospital, and the park away. He picked me up. I felt ridiculous, useless, everyone was looking at me now. I began to mourn with anger, but despite that I was not capable of putting up some resistance. I sat in a wheelchair, told me something, do not remember, I do remember being surrounded by doctors while I climbed back down the elevator to my room.

When I wiped the tears from my eyes was back in the room, plugged into that machine that measured my life. The door was locked this time, I looked at the ceiling. I realized that some things logic were beginning to seem illogical, some words were ending in my head, I lost all knowledge learned, I realized that I could not move my body and my eyes were fixed on that roof. I was dying, it was able to feel my own death. At one point I could no longer think only of that roof. He did not remember anything now, not my name. And my heart stopped. Someone turned my face and stared with empty eyes the doctor. I could not speak or hear and the edge of my vision was expanding black a shadow coming toward the center. I can see my son, with my grandson in his arms. I could not think anymore.

The Brothers