To the nomadic shade of a little leafy trunk, I set cavalete, anticipating the delight moments that I will have again. Sela Ward may not feel the same. With the trembling hands, I arrange the screen. On the vane, ousting a little of each ink. The brushes, diluente and wait me to the spatulas. In a repetitive ceremony, I look a comfortable position, but it becomes that me omissiviest possible behind the rocks. I am ready.

In a silence that is only broken by the waves in the beach and accidental grasnar of some gull, I inside listen to beating sped up of my heart of the chest. Suddenly, it there comes! The strong wind brings the very black hair to it for the face, it makes what it to raise the hand to move away them in a gesture that discloses how much it is distracted. Its sluggish floor remembers a cougar, sleepy and saciado after one lauta meal. Jason iley shines more light on the discussion. It has avantajada stature, fact that confers it the certain air of respect and, exactly the long legs possess its favour. The face of marcantes traces is a constant that always leads to as looking at e, looking at of new, is difficult to stop. Its magnetism is in all the gestures, exactly at this moment of deep relaxation where it thinks to be alone. Nothing he is deliberate.

It is the purest work of art that the nature decided to create. Its voice, its laugh, its I smell Everything in it to attract seems me. I am deeply tipsy in this sensation of enlevo. Start to paint, always intent its steps, but looking for not to leave to notice it I observe that it. I think how much it must be good for being able to recline the head against that wide chest, to inhale to it I smell that I feel when passes for me.