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Gallery - Galería

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Unique art and decoration, for home, business and clothing.
Arte y obras de decoración únicas, para casa, despacho y ropa.
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Photographic and digital art,
from postcard to framed print format.

Arte fotográfico y digital,
desde formato postal a grabado enmarcado.
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Graphics - Gráficos

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Sample product poster. - Muestra de poster promocional.

Music CD cover. - Cubierta para CD de musica.

Sample logo and graphic. - Muestra de logotipo y gráfico.

Sample menu graphic. - Muestra de gráfico para menu.

Music CD cover. - Cubierta para CD de musica.

Sample logo. - Logotipo muestra.

Logo Sample. - Muestra de logotipo

ISDIMMA website logo and graphics.

Decoration piece for bar resaurant. - Obra para bar restaurante.


Bar decoration. - Obra decorativa para un bar.

Sample logo - Logotipo muestra.


Business card sample - Muestra de tarjeta de visita

Sample logo. - Logotipo muestra.

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Copy, content, slogans, logos, graphics, branding, freelance, project,
consultancy. The multifacted creative personal touch your business deserves.

Redacción, logotipos, eslóganes, gráficos, imagen, marca, freelance, proyectos, consultas
Un tacto creativamente multifacético es lo que su empresa se merece.
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Emal for a free consult.
Consulta gratis por email.
jonsol69@gmail.com
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Books - Libros

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Stockholm to Koh Chang and Back

A journey across land, sea and culture, with excursions into the mind and soul. This is not a typical travelogue with tips and guides on the best hotels and tourist attractions, but an observer’s personal experience with no Thai punches held. It contains spattering brush strokes of sarcasm, satire and hopefully wit, with thoughts and reflections from a middle aged traveller with as much to learn as a toddler. Hopefully it accomplishes some mouth curling moments, perhaps sparks memories of similar experiences on the road and arouses the desire to travel or search deeper into oneself. It is an honest work that shares and voices concerns on many issues after much thought, reasoning and research. May we all find peace within and reflect it to others. 101 pages/ paginas. For adults - para adultos. Cover artwork by Jon Solis.

Only €10. Digital download €2.75.stores.lulu.com/jonsol

I Feel, Therefore I am ~ Siento, Luego Existo

Poetry, quotes, philosophy and thoughts in English and Spanish. Poesías, citas, filosofía y pensamientos en castellano e inglés. 40 pages/ paginas. Cover artwork by Jon Solis.

Only €10. Digital download €2.75. Available here - disponible aquí:stores.lulu.com/jonsol

Stories from Elsewhere County

A volume of short chilling, mysterious and downright strange tales from a place that seems like any other ordinary place. Heed my warning and think twice before turning down that side alley or walking through those suddenly odd appearing revolving doors; because you may just find yourself in Elsewhere County. Five stories reminiscent of works by Roald Dahl, 104 pages. For adults. Cover artwork by Jon Solis. Este libro es en inglés, por lo tanto no aparece sinopsis en castellano.
This volume of short stories contains works that would be ideal for film adaptation.

Only €10. Digital download €2.75. Available here - disponible aquí: stores.lulu.com/jonsol

Pit and Pat's Great Adventure

A refreshing view into the world of mice with revealing insights. Two quarrelsome mice, a large can of beans and a quest to fetch a tin opener from a farmhouse far away is a recipe for an unparalleled adventure. If the brothers can get passed arguments and dangers; maybe they can consume the beans before the fabulous field mouse farting championship. Suitable to be read to children of all ages, but not just for kids. 51 pages. Cover artwork by Jon Solis Este libro esta en inglés, por lo tanto no aparece sinopsis en castellano.
This children’s book, narrative and characters are highly recommended for animation production.

Only €10. Digital download €2.75. Available here - disponible aquí: stores.lulu.com/jonsol

An Unlikely Hero

Peter the platypus has made a courageous escape from the high seas. He finds himself in a strange new place with slim chance of finding his way home. As you might imagine; if you have never seen a platypus before, you would think it a terribly strange animal. Making friends in a new place is hard enough, but if you are a little different it can be tough when you are teased awfully. Peter is in for a surprise when he shows what he can do. Children's book. 49 pages. Cover artwork by Jon Solis. Este libro esta en inglés, por lo tanto no aparece sinopsis en castellano.

Only €10. Digital download €2.75. Available here - disponible aquí: stores.lulu.com/jonsol

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Novel projects in progress:

The First Gate,

beyond the 2012 deception.

Synopsis pending.

Whose Birdy.

Synopsis pending.

Poetry & More - Poesía y Más

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if you like it buy it: If you enjoyed reading the free works and would like a printed copy of your own; the printed version is available through the books link in the menu.

si te gusta compralo: Si has disfrutado de las obras gratuitas y te gustaría tu propia copia impresa; esta versión es disponible mediante el enlace de libros en el menu.

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the philosophy behind the free poems

la filosofía tras los poemas gratis.

If I give you a gold coin; then you have one and I have none.
If I give you an idea; then we both have it and none loses.

Ideas live beyond the finite realms of our plane of bonded matter, simultaneously and in different locations.
Share your ideas; you can be a universe changing genius.

Si te doy una moneda de oro; entonces tienes una y yo ninguna.
Si te doy una idea; entonces ambos la tenemos y nadie pierde.

Las ideas viven más allá que la materia finita pegada de nuestra llanura, simultáneamente y en diferentes lugares.
Comparte tus ideas, puedes ser un genio que cambia el universo.

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from land to sea

Sea breeze brushes blushed cheeks pail,

Beyond roaming gaze from wave to taut sail.

Light is the heart, shallow the breath,

But deep passions play as wind with her hair.

Upon tides he’ll fly, against elements try,

With a pounding chest,
Longing for the comfort of her breast.

a spent shell
The elephant's memory was vast,
Though in broken stone timeless cast.
The unforgiving flames of the sun,
Upon scarce places left to run.
An old spent shell told stories past,
Of those who were not so fast.
Perhaps those bereft of justice stood,
For the sons of death's blackened hood.

from my brothers to my masters
Walk a thousand miles in my shoes brother,
And I shall walk in yours.
See the universe through my eyes,
And I shall see it through yours.
Who shall feel the pain?
Who shall feel the shame?

When the final word is spoken,
And the gnashing of teeth is ended,
When the frustrations and desires,
With delusions and illusions have passed,
What purpose is served beyond the veil?

That place of which many unknowingly speak,
That equaliser of all souls and favourer of none.
For in the certain knowing of one’s demise,
How can feverishly fear filled greedy persist,
For the concierge at hade’s gate?

to be a cat
If I were a cat,
I would happily grow fat.

You’d hear me purr,
And stroke my fur.

I’d lick my paws,
And cough fur balls.

between two southern souls
Two black pearls by night I did spy,
Brightest light snatched from starry sky.

Dusk’s golden ochre brought deeper truth,
Rich chocolate brown for hungering sweet tooth.

Hypnotic sounds aromas and heat,
A cocktail nowhere to repeat.

For in hot blood passion does run,
Beneath the skies of the southern sun.

esas perlas negras
A esas dos perlas negras repletas de brillo,
Adonde la luz es cautiva y el tiempo se detiene,
Y ahí el soñador sin saber se mantiene.

las dos perlas
Negras, bajo la noche estrelladas,
Reencontré el cuento de hadas.
Bajo el rescoldo tranquilo de la tarde,
Chocolate rico y del más dulce.

ante todo

Ante todo, sobre todo y después de todo, amor.

Que no falte una gota de lo más precioso.

before all

Before all, above all and after all, love.
Spare not a drop of what is most precious.

vida

Sin luz no hay vida.

Sin tierra y agua no hay comida.

¿Sin amor de que sirve cualquiera?

life

Without light there is no life.

Without earth and water there is no food.
Without love what use are either?

am all

My father did not make me to chew grass as cow,

Nor bend to rod and staff and bleat as sheep.

For I am my father’s son and part of all,

From speck of dust to sky’s flaming ball.

am i

Let me fly, unbound by earth and sky,

Free from weak and willed grasping lies,

I am another and not me, presumed by thee.

saints

There are many saints.

Which were named so other than by men?

santos

Hay numerosos santos.

¿Cuáles no fueron tal nombrados por hombres?

unbaptized

Would my father love me any less?

For I was not dunked in water,

Whilst others openly professed,

As parrots repetitive rituals observe,

What, from whom would they deserve.

thought in mind

Cast a pebble into the still pond,

Watch the ripples confuse the waters,

Once the pebble sinks and the ripples gone,

The pond is still, forgotten pebble ripples and all.

black and white

Would it be better if everything were black and white?

Or do shades of grey shroud us with greater comfort?

blanco y negro

¿Sería mejor si todo fuera blanco y negro?

¿O, nos abrigan los tonos de gris con mayor comodidad?

treasures

In the depths of the earth men seek diamonds.

Diamonds equalling the stars shimmer upon the sea.

They will remain when men are dust, along with their lust.

tesoros

En las entrañas de la tierra el hombre busca diamantes.

Diamantes igualando las estrellas rielan sobre la mar.

Permanecerán cuando el hombre y su codicia son polvo.

del orgullo

Donde las olas del orgullo rompen sobre la orilla rocosa de la arrogancia merece vigilancia, porque la arrogancia es la evolución completa de la ignorancia y el orgullo despreciable.

of pride

Where waves of pride crash against the rocky shore of arrogance deserves vigil, because arrogance is the complete evolution of ignorance and pride worthless.

more on pride

You cannot buy it,

You cannot sell it,

Eat it and you will go hungry.

más sobre orgullo

No se puede comprar,

No se puede vender,

Si te lo comes pasaras hambre.

tide of life
You may swim against the tide to no avail.

You may swim askew the tide and be dashed upon the rocks.

You may flow with the current and be swept to a waterfall.

To leave the stream of life is inevitable, but an early exit a waste.

marea de la vida
Podrías nadar contra la marea sin logro.
Podrías ladear la marea y ser echado contra las rocas.
Podrías dejarte llevar por la corriente a una cascada.
Dejar la corriente de la vida es inevitable, pero una salida precoz un desperdicio.

one day

hold fast to the idea that one day we shall say,

‘we need not think that way any longer.’

When our diversity shall be a joy, not a category.

When fear does not decide our action.

When creativity replaces competition.

When who we are is more relevant than where we are from.

When truth liberates rather than incarcerates.
When faith is not a rope to bind flesh, bone and soul.
Then we shall be more than we could have imagined.

un día

Mantenga firme la idea que algún día diremos,

-ya no necesitamos pensar de tal modo-.

Cuando nuestra diversidad será una alegría y no categoría.

Cuando el temor no decida cual acción tomar.

Cuando la creatividad reemplaza la competición.

Cuando quienes somos será más relevante que de donde somos.

Cuando la verdad libere en lugar de encarcelar.

Cuando fe no será una soga para amarrar carne hueso y alma.

Entonces seremos más que lo que podríamos imaginar.

human
Light and dark, spark and flame.
All within perception’s frame.
Time and space,
Ceaseless race.
Earth and sky, between those fly.
Let loose cries, for flesh’s lie.

it was not to be

Twas not to be,

Tween thee and me.

Midsummer’s floral crown,

And long gown,

Full of illusion’s promise,

Yet deep frown.

For nothing lasts,

And all must pass,

Tween word and less,

Farewell princess.

luna

La luz de la luna brilla en tus ojos,

Besa la silueta de tu forma,
Ojala que fuera yo la luz de esa luna.

moon

Moonlight glistens in your eyes,

Kisses the silhouette of your form,

How I wish I was that moonlight.

for the love of a woman
Has ever a women written a poem of a man,
As a man of a woman?
I wondered if,
When soaring and dashed down a rift.

I’ll recall every breath taking kiss,
And know the sweat ecstasy I miss.
For I am just a man of flesh and bone,
More than once had wished to be of stone.

That once had moments lost in her eyes,
Naught but empty promises and lies.
I can only speak of that which I have known,
Upon reflection had I been better off alone.

It is open season on men of tender heart,
For harpies of hypocrisy to rip apart.
Then some of that fool’s pain passes,
When an angel I spy through rose glasses.

And like a childish jester leap foolish faced,
But I am no child and the lines can now trace.
I do not understand what black foul vengeful rage,
Has captured cold calculating women of all age.

sé que existe

Sé que existe el aire porque la siento acariciar mi rostro.

Sé que existe el aire porque la veo doblar la hierba seca de la pradera.

Sé que existe el aire porque los jazmines le dan aliento.

Sé que existe el aire porque estoy vivo.

what is this love they speak of?

I know the words,

And heard them often spoken.

I graced them with my lips,

Deeply and in token.

That which filled the heart,

Now torn and broken.

Upon solemn shoulders taken without asking,

And as mourners lamented at their passing.

to Kipling and Einstein

If may be the middle word in life,

But why is the constant.

winter

Summer’s comforting warmth departed.

Autumn eased back to watch dying embers and falling leaves.

Winter’s icy grasp stole the living breath,

But not spring’s hope.

invierno

El calor cómodo del verano partió.

El otoño se hecho para contemplar el rescoldo y caída de hojas.

La garra congelada del invierno robo el aliento vivo,

Pero no la esperanza de la primavera.

fisherman’s friend
She sat gracefully upon her doorstep,
Legs folded beneath her, regarding her coat.
Stepping from shadow into light, he turned to her.
He observed her, observing him, observing her.
He slowed to a halt by the open gate,
She drew herself up, arched and swayed,
Brushed his leg, curled her tail and purred with pleasure.

the times
They were not the best of times,
They were not the worst of times,
They were ours.
Now, before me lies another path,
Contemplating tomorrow,
And observing today become yesterday.

el tiempo
No eran los mejores tiempos.
No eran los peores tiempos,
Eran nuestros.
Ahora, ante mi hay otro camino,
Contemplare el mañana,
Y observare el hoy convertirse en ayer.

i am no more

Do not cry for despair and pain,

Those demons have lost domain.

Save your sorrow for I remain,

Upon branch, of feather, at window pane.

In summer’s smile I’ll kiss your cheek,

Upon gentle breeze in your ear speak.
- In memory of Corrie.

words

Words are empty vessels,

Their captains’ villains and heroes,

Sent forth, to unsuspecting port.

By day and night,

Under darkness or in the light.

palabras

Palabras son veleros vacíos,

Sus capitanes villanos o héroes,

Enviados a puerto desprevenido.

De día y de noche,

Bajo la luz o en la oscuridad.

photographer

Labelled as professional or amateur,

With what we have we take the tour.

In search of colour, content and light,

We fix our view and hope it’s right.

Without care for praise or fleeting fame,

We smile alone and fill the frame.

remain

No temporary riches,

Or fleeting fame.

Just be read,

And thus remain.

year's end
The season for contemplation,
Pending thought and expectation.
Another year fades beyond the past,
Upon future's horizon we are cast.
Celebration with family and friends dear,
Without forgetting those not near.
A moment's pause for dearly departed,
Before raising glasses for what's granted.

cause for tears

As we grow older,

We have greater cause for tears,

And less opportunities to shed them.

motivo para lagrimas

A medida que envejecemos,

Tenemos más motivos para las lágrimas,

Y menos oportunidades para soltarlas.

truth

There are infinite truths whether we believe or not,

And boundless lies masqueraded as truth.

verdad

Existen verdades infinitas aunque creamos o no,

E inagotables mentiras enmascaradas como verdad.

constant

Change is the only constant in life.

Although it would seem in essence nothing ever does.

constante

El cambio es el único constante de la vida.

Aunque en su esencia parece que nada cambia.

adrift

We are cast adrift in different boats upon the same sea.

a la deriva

Estamos arrojados a la deriva en diferentes veleros sobre la misma mar.

old industry

The fires are out, the motors still.

Chimneys house birds’ nests.

Pillars of progress, silent memories,

Almost forgotten.

industria vieja

Los fuegos se apagaron y motores pararon.

Chimeneas alojan nidos de pagaros.

Pilares del progreso, silencioso recuerdo,

Cerca del olvido.

old steamer

We are not down,

And hardly done,

While pistons pump,

And engines run.

hardship

There is nothing noble in poverty, other than on the big screen.

apuros

No hay nobleza en pobreza más que en el cine.

silent hands

Brick by brick they were built,

By the many hands now broken,

For the few pockets of well spoken.

Cheap labour and life, prosper crown and cross.

With lies of wealth and freedom,

The dead are silenced of wisdom.

truth or lie

Oil boil and more to burn,

Pollution’s powerful profit,

False philanthropy professes,

Save the environment, they cry,

And let the people die,

For all Gestapo green is good.

Yet we listen and believe,

And reason do no longer weave,

For lies preferred and truth deterred.

So do not put blind faith in hands,

For Frankenstein of lab and bank,

And politicians smile so rank.

changing children

The children no longer play and smile,

Plugged into Nintendo and IPod they prowl.

Their minds are prey for marketing fiends,

And psychologist’s educators dissecting reach.

State proclaims protection, then guides tiny minds,

Behind closed door and blind, youths flower declines.

Parents busy under planned monetary yokes,

Tired spectators of who knows what’s taught.

False charities assert by the boat load,

But iceberg’s truth the depths can’t deny.

Little changes within bankrolled academic book deal,

Who hears the children; state and parent, small chance to feel?

So they turn upon themselves, confused by this hell,

Nor will others from this do well.

Sell them blood, sex and a rotten dream,

So masters of madness can from it cream.

daily commute

We wait not for sun to rise,

Nor morning coffee to arrive.

Side by side we stand,

As sardines in tin cans.

Faces of many, reflections of one,

Zombies waiting till journey's done.

Had our dreams vanished,

With youthful years and easily shed tears.

Alls not well in green unpleasant lands,

Where banker and politician take with both hands.

Where corporations poison and grow fat,

With no ethical compass, lesser than pig and or rat.

Darker is the well of media manipulation,

Hand in hand with prophets of faux education.

But all with time falls under light,

Hope those who learn can make it right.

freedom-war

Who bang beats the drum of freedom-war?

Those who deal and bet for profit’s soar?

Pressed suits and faces stern,

Are the hallmarks of minds infirm.

Action masked righteous upon whose say?

Perhaps cattle people who stupefied chew hay?

War here, war there, pick and mixed treats,

Dawning friends, dusk coveters of sweats.

The soulless move chess pieces with dead stares,

Deal, loan, here and there, for sociopaths all is fair.

Can we see past shock, trauma and misdirection?

The powerful zombies with firm erection.

Your gnashing teeth, filthy fear and greed,

Will not hide your sowing seed.

Perhaps greater plans and cycles are afoot,

To draw the real peoples from within your soot.

i stumbled upon a painted beaten panel of a WWII plane.
Bright red, as blood are my letters,
As such, many times I have spilled.

Pitted and pummelled,
As the land once pounded.

Echoes of honour, pride and righteousness,
Once forgotten now returned.

The kings’ empty goblets,
Filling to the brim once again.

Business is booming, for golden purses,
Dripping blood, drugs and all for a steal.

the people dream

That red, white and blue dreams,

For some, that was, now nightmare.

The banksters’ corporate red dragon,

From nightmare threatens reality.

The troughs of the rotten swine,

Will pennies drop for the people,

While tax hungry rank states,

Thieve from near empty plates.

What can it give, with soiled law taken,

While insane top hatted Gepetto,

Pulls strings, blue, red and green,

For voters who dare a free, just dream.

a gift
No trinket or bauble bought,
Nor fake gesture of philanthropy,
Can quash a suffering, by many felt.

Without reward or praise,
A kind word, an extended hand,
Or even love, a life could raise.

Yet small as fleas, upon our furry planet,
Do some small minded, at fur do tug,
To form a rug, before their grave is dug.

But I believe we are much more,
Than flesh and bone, at death’s door.
Upon this day and more to come,
I vow a friend to become.

the blind weapons maker

Why ask the time?

I trust the shadow and my hunger.

el fabricante ciego de armas

¿Por qué preguntar la hora?

Si de lo que me fío es la sombra y mi hambre.

division of perception

When commonly educated men speak from the heart,

they are called fools.

When highly educated men speak foolishly,

they are called eccentric.

división de percepción

Cuando hombres de educación plebeya hablan del corazón,

los llaman simplones.

Cuando hombres de alta educación hablan como simplones,

los llaman excéntricos.

on your feet

In my life, if anything,

I have been incredibly successful at falling down.

Now I must master getting up again.

en pie

En mi vida, si nada,

He sido increíblemente exitoso en tropezar.

Ahora debo llegar a dominar ponerme en pie.

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author’s thoughts on poetry

Poetry is the unsung hero of the written word. It is lesser appreciated, valued, marketed or respected in the commercial literary world.

It is however, as a rare, distilled and concentrated perfume; where few words can convey the essence of life, emotion, truth and insight, in a most personal and intimate way.

My journey down poetries often lonely path started relatively late. I concede that many offerings might not comply with accepted technique; for any that I studied as a child are near forgotten.

My first poem, which incidentally features as the first on the list, appeared so effortlessly from whence I know not where. The narrative is on face value a simple trifle of longing, missing, worry, struggle and of course love; for what greater thing than love has ever graced our world.

When I speak of love, I do not mean some superficial, sensory marketed word which urges you to buy chocolate, champagne and flowers, but something far beyond. Any words anyone could offer on the subject are as blind, mute paupers before the indescribable, impalpable majesty of the feeling.

Paraphrasing one of my favourite poems; I cast these words before your feet. They contain my inner thoughts, emotions, dreams, desires and unbridled honesty without fear. If you choose not to tread lightly upon my dreams, rest assured they remain intact beyond any material grasp, forever.

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pensamientos del autor sobre la poesía

La poesía es el héroe olvidado del mundo literario. Es menos apreciado, valorado, comercializado o respetado en el mundo literario comercial.

Sin embargo, es un perfume destilado, concentrado y poco común; en donde pocas palabras transmiten la esencia de la vida, sentimiento, verdad y perspicacia de modo personal e íntimo.

Mi camino por el sendero a menudo solitaria de la poesía comenzó relativamente tarde. Reconozco que muchos temas ofrecidos quizás no obedezcan la técnica aceptada; de modo que cualquiera que estudie cuando fui joven está cerca del olvido.

Mi primer poema, que incidentalmente aparece como el primero en la lista, apareció sin esfuerzo de dónde no sé. En primer lugar el narrativo parece ser de valor nominal, una nimiedad sobre la ansiedad, el echar de menos, preocupación, esfuerzo y obviamente amor; sin embargo que cosa más valiosa que el amor a adornado nuestro mundo.

Cuando hablo del amor, no me refiero a un sensorial superficial que se comercializa en este mundo, que te impulsa a comprar chocolates, champan y flores, pero algo mucho más allá. Cualquieras palabras que cualquier persona podría ofrecer sobre el tema son como mendigos ciegos y mudos ante lo indescriptible e impalpable majestuosidad del sentimiento.

Parafraseando uno de mis favoritos poetas; arrojo mis palabras ante tus pies. Contienen mis pensamientos, sentimientos, sueños y deseos más íntimos, honestas, de modo desenfrenado y sin miedo. Si eliges no pisar cuidadosamente sobre mis sueños, descansa asegurado que permanecerán intactos más allá del alance material, para siempre.

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Clothing Collection - Colección de Ropa.

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A huge range of colours and styles. T-shirts,
V-necks, hoodies, long sleeved, his & hers.

Una amplia selección de colores y estilos. Camisetas,
en pico, sudaderas, de manga larga, para él y ella.

I-Cool Wear

iSkate. His & Hers. Para Ella & El.