Pablo left his brush of side and soon he walked until the near wall where he had diverse hung works, remained watching them. Candle did not know what to do, did not know if he were advisable to make some commentary or if it only had to hope. – That woman taught to me to hate -. Continuous Pablo. – Not to think when somebody you it says that it wants to you, because at heart it is lie. To think that the fidelity does not exist because your pair goes engaarte, today or it will do tomorrow it.

But in spite of to know the truth I was myself forced to continue painting the things in which it did not believe, because those were the pictures that were sold. A year ago I gained an important prize by a love painting, nobody knew it here because I did not say it and the recognition lies kept in that one drawer -. It indicates towards the other end of the study. – For me or those things were not important, my representing one was the one that is in charge of everything because I only wished to survive between these four walls, she was not right to leave far from it to laugh, although for serte frank by the nights when she walked to the kitchen she remembered episodes of my childhood or the pranks that I did and laughed solo. I cannot be placed the title of the solitary man because it is probable that am are more like I, but I can say that he was one of them -. Pablo retook his brush and continued painting. – You could bring a little to me coffee and cakes? -. The commentary woke up to Candle and agreed, left immediately to the kitchen. Minutes soon it returned and it placed the tray near Pablo.