Fabio Yes
Рождение : 1999-09-22, La Habana, Cuba
История
Fabio Méndez (La Habana, Cuba, 1999) is a cuban-spanish illustrator and amateur animator. Also known as "Fabio Yes" or "Gorilacho".
Music
The argument with the soul becomes a crucial phase of the individuation process, since, after all, it is our most personal ambiguity that, with cunning and delusion, drags incredible things into life, as the desire of an inert body, convincing us of moving, touching the earth, getting tangled up and staying.
Writer
The argument with the soul becomes a crucial phase of the individuation process, since, after all, it is our most personal ambiguity that, with cunning and delusion, drags incredible things into life, as the desire of an inert body, convincing us of moving, touching the earth, getting tangled up and staying.
Animation
The argument with the soul becomes a crucial phase of the individuation process, since, after all, it is our most personal ambiguity that, with cunning and delusion, drags incredible things into life, as the desire of an inert body, convincing us of moving, touching the earth, getting tangled up and staying.
Director
The argument with the soul becomes a crucial phase of the individuation process, since, after all, it is our most personal ambiguity that, with cunning and delusion, drags incredible things into life, as the desire of an inert body, convincing us of moving, touching the earth, getting tangled up and staying.
Music
A little tale about a hare full of desire.
Writer
A little tale about a hare full of desire.
Producer
A little tale about a hare full of desire.
Director
A little tale about a hare full of desire.
Voice
A little tale about a hare full of desire.
Music
The secret of an average pub.
Writer
The secret of an average pub.
Director
The secret of an average pub.
Writer
Just to be released, with the will of the bird that the soul feels like when it tries to reach the sun. With a leaf on my chest, laying on the grass. Banging up, banging up; Says the beat of the heart struggling so hard. To get out, to be free of the dummy that my body was. Just to be released, with the will of the bird that the soul feels like when it tries to reach the sun. Now that I'm down the cross, it becomes a tree. Thunderbolt, thunderbolt; Roars the dark twilight, tears fall from my eyes. Bleeding out, just to show that I was healing fine. My skin is turning blue, reminding me of the sky where I could find a perfect place to cry. And the taste of relief makes me understand: Sun is burning light and love is not that ____ Hard times will pass away with the will of the bird that the soul feels like when it tries to reach the sun.
Music
Just to be released, with the will of the bird that the soul feels like when it tries to reach the sun. With a leaf on my chest, laying on the grass. Banging up, banging up; Says the beat of the heart struggling so hard. To get out, to be free of the dummy that my body was. Just to be released, with the will of the bird that the soul feels like when it tries to reach the sun. Now that I'm down the cross, it becomes a tree. Thunderbolt, thunderbolt; Roars the dark twilight, tears fall from my eyes. Bleeding out, just to show that I was healing fine. My skin is turning blue, reminding me of the sky where I could find a perfect place to cry. And the taste of relief makes me understand: Sun is burning light and love is not that ____ Hard times will pass away with the will of the bird that the soul feels like when it tries to reach the sun.
Animation
Just to be released, with the will of the bird that the soul feels like when it tries to reach the sun. With a leaf on my chest, laying on the grass. Banging up, banging up; Says the beat of the heart struggling so hard. To get out, to be free of the dummy that my body was. Just to be released, with the will of the bird that the soul feels like when it tries to reach the sun. Now that I'm down the cross, it becomes a tree. Thunderbolt, thunderbolt; Roars the dark twilight, tears fall from my eyes. Bleeding out, just to show that I was healing fine. My skin is turning blue, reminding me of the sky where I could find a perfect place to cry. And the taste of relief makes me understand: Sun is burning light and love is not that ____ Hard times will pass away with the will of the bird that the soul feels like when it tries to reach the sun.
Director
Just to be released, with the will of the bird that the soul feels like when it tries to reach the sun. With a leaf on my chest, laying on the grass. Banging up, banging up; Says the beat of the heart struggling so hard. To get out, to be free of the dummy that my body was. Just to be released, with the will of the bird that the soul feels like when it tries to reach the sun. Now that I'm down the cross, it becomes a tree. Thunderbolt, thunderbolt; Roars the dark twilight, tears fall from my eyes. Bleeding out, just to show that I was healing fine. My skin is turning blue, reminding me of the sky where I could find a perfect place to cry. And the taste of relief makes me understand: Sun is burning light and love is not that ____ Hard times will pass away with the will of the bird that the soul feels like when it tries to reach the sun.
