Give me chills.
She is the miniature, concentrates in a small space the creative force
of the artist It burst forth like a wonderful contrast of light. Intense background
that drags, a figure of woman, femininity emerges from him in a stroke
marked, slender, elegant.
There are no defined features on his face. I observe
as he talks, a soft gesture of his head, looks back.
With her we moved to a different time, refined atmosphere of her
I've idealized it, a time beyond what I'm proud of and maybe
Could not I fulfill my dream?
Dressed in silk and lace, I flew to the floor, a short coat in his hand and a wide hat.
It's not static, it's a sequence, in itself and in history, as part of something that
we make our.
An attention call, touching, does not pass indifferent. It's her lady
I would like to convince her to accompany me on this splendid trip.
Excuse me, now I'm back.
I told you, we could count on her, she will be our hostess.