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"We live in a world hypervisuality" John Mraz

There are images that manage to stay tattooed on the human mind. Symbols because of its aesthetic power, have survived and preserved their power. Create a mystique around him capable of bringing masses, unifying ideology or even implement them. How is it possible that some strokes achieved have much impact on a human? There are cases where a few lines become icons, colors and compositions that make nations marking periods.

It's amazing how a single image does cross borders and is installed in the global consciousness. Convey a message without words. The mere presence of an image can be an entire speech.

What is really amazing is the value given to a symbol. The power leaving behind the character that created it. The images were created by a person, designed, and their origin might have a very different meaning they have today. One such case is as follows:

Gerald Holtom (1914-1985) British designer graduated from the Royal College of Art Nuclear War Resister.

Love and peace, hippie, the early 60's probably are words that come to mind when observing these lines protected by a circle. But the first time they were used did not seek world peace and free love, is manifested for Nuclear Disarmament.

semaphore alphabet system. Nuclear Disarmament (Nuclear Disarmament).

I have to be honest, I never worried about who designed this icon. Designers were those friends and my current job which made me realize that credit for what has been done is very undervalued. In this consumerist world images are no exception. Where is the value of creation, creativity? In the best case, on a black background with white letters at the end of a movie or below a picture with tiny letters. Unfortunately many times the credit is zero. It is true that over time this has been changing, creative defense depends on the recognition for their work.

SOURCES: faktoider and Wikipedia

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my attention was your maturity. Despite our youth, did you note, you were a step forward. This is your nature, I remember how I hit your aggressiveness and determination to achieve what you wanted.

remember your gaze on me, the schoolyard was witness to it. I could not concentrate and I made several mistakes, friends claimed the attention that you seized, but the goals were inevitable. The director's office and finally we made a trip to the beach ended what our eyes desired. Logged officially in my life, and a pair of glasses out. I remember our endless conversations on the stairs, we reached 10 and only we stayed. Were never uncomfortable silences, how they might be admiring your hair black if it was a delight, contrasting with the white skin that genetics you inherited.

At that time your skills as an actress is found at its summit, we set out to change, to look completely innocent, but on the sheets, the mask disappeared. I remember that red and black skirt, and that long with side slits, remember how I rewarded with the use of them.

you cultivate, ideologies came to mind to your heart. We share that vision, but in the end we were prey to our own ambitions, decided to leave the issue aside and continue.
Action again and you become more enigmatic, played with my mind that Pavlov's dog. Your strategy worked and gave the function terminates.

Oaxaca is responsible for collecting, holding on to what they once felt. We were good trips, but at the apartment she shared, usurpation of property of others was a constant. How to forget your figure in those bathrooms, always envied the drops that ran your firm breasts.

The effect you had on me was relentless, I remember when I gave everything I had. I poured my whole being to you, your mouth took care of it. The words were coming out of it a dogma; your laughter the best complement your voice could find. What about your lips, plump and soft, I always thought his place was next to mine.

At the time of our lives I was a neurotic, but found the formula, calmed with a hug, then looked at me with that pair deleted hazel eyes ... and the world stopped. I could never figure out why your skin gave off the smell that intoxicated me, a scent characteristic of the Cubans, who in spite of your white skin possessed.

film and music, we scored we found more matches than ever. Maybe it was the solution we found to counter the distance between us. I came back to get, convert centimeters kilometers and through internet, ringtones, phone and art, we stand together. At each meeting we strive to keep you amazed, impossible not to do with your allies, the anarchists boots, a blue dress and one that evokes the rainbow, the final blow was carried out by your beautiful legs, those who have conquered entire cities.

Today, I turn to Victor Frankenstein, combine all this ever experienced separately. Make this collage in a single being.