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 weather. 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 always. 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.                    Dr. Abad

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