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Recognize True Talent
Posted by www.viajeroart.com on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 10:59:00 PST

The New York Times: Rafael Tufiño, Artist, Is Dead at 85

By STUART LAVIETESRafael Tufiño, a painter and printmaker considered one of Puerto Rico’s most prominent cultural figures, died on Thursday in San Juan. He was 85 and lived in Old San Juan.The c...
Posted by www.viajeroart.com on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 12:29:00 PST

Think before you speak!

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Posted by www.viajeroart.com on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 07:19:00 PST

Meet El Viajero....

El Viajero means "The Traveler" in spanish. We are all travelers on a journey through life, a whirlpool of infinite possibilities. The farmer, the sugar cane field worker, the seamstress, the santera ...
Posted by www.viajeroart.com on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 09:32:00 PST

A Poem For You!

Your poetry frames you like glasses.I like you....I like you like simile.Your hair still drips with India Ink from when I dipped my pen in the well to capture our eternal youth.You are undefeated!You ...
Posted by www.viajeroart.com on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 09:03:00 PST

Andre 3000 Philosophy

High is High.Low is Low.Everybody wants to go to Heaven, But nobody wants to Die.Do the Don'ts.Don't the Dids.Color outside the lines,And nobody wants to cry.
Posted by www.viajeroart.com on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 08:54:00 PST

Routines

Are you a person of routines? Mass routines that make up your daily life?Small routines that make up a bigger picture. Do you have a number of routines that nobody sees?...The strings behind the show....
Posted by www.viajeroart.com on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 08:47:00 PST

ME...

I AM A THINKER. I AM ANYONE AND NO ONE YOU KNOW. I AM ASTRANGER BY MYSELF. I COULD BE THE ONE YOU HAVE SEEN SOMETIME BEFORE. I COULD BE THE ONE WHO DISAPPEARS IN SILENCE JUST AS SILENTLY AS I CAME.I C...
Posted by www.viajeroart.com on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 11:15:00 PST

The magic of dreams...

I dreamt I was dead.I lay on a lawn chair in a yard in the country.It was night, quiet and dark. Except for the lit-up window on the second floor.I stared at the light.I wanted to go up to that room t...
Posted by www.viajeroart.com on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 11:03:00 PST