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Among the Clouds (Oil on canvas 64 x 45 cm.)

HISTORY

- Have you ever looked at the sky, seeing recognizable figures in the clouds?
"I remember 15 years, I fell in love with a classmate. Was everything to me. No sleep, just eating, thinking about it.
"As is normal at this age, one day I left him for another.
"I remember crying over imagination. Remember asking a thousand explanations: why did you leave me? and what is the one that I have not? Etc.
-course never received a response that could comfort me.
-I also remember one evening, his heart destroyed and no more tears to shed, I went to a cliff, I sat on the edge of the wall, and waited to have the courage to throw myself into the void.
-was then, looking at the sky, I felt happy to see your beautiful face in the clouds. I smiled, and against what may seem, but I ended up sinking in my own misery. I felt strangely happy.
"I was aware of the great luck he had had, to share a piece of my life with a wonderful person. I was saddened but not its loss. In return, if I enjoyed my memories. Every second at his side.
"I came to the simple conclusion that it is better to falling head over heels of a person, and lose than never to have loved anyone.
"When at last I lifted my ass of hard paving, returned to raise his eyes to heaven.
-I saw a beautiful eagle free plying the skies.
"It was then discovered that I have to look through the clouds memories.
must live and love intensely to the chosen person, without obsessing about what the relationship can last. The secret is in love, not about winning or losing, or concerning the relationship will last. Just enjoy the love while you are there.

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LOOK ROTA (oil 60 x 60 cms.)

HISTORY
"At first it was a normal man. Affectionate, gentle, kind, and had the details that made him a very interesting man.
One day, upon returning from work, and under the influence of alcohol, he began an absurd argument.
"From the screaming came to blows. Broke his upper lip with his fist.
"There is over a dispute that day. It was only the first of many blows.
With the passage of time, he became more reclusive. I was always in a bad mood, and whatever reason it was good to start a dispute in which she always had the worst. The funny thing was, she still loved him. That noon everything
complicated. After the initial protest by excess salt in food, followed by a series of insults about how bad a housewife who was and its usefulness for Content. By mistake, she defended her husband's attacks. The blind rage of a man who does not deserve to be called, did you hit him mercilessly over and over without mercy. Nevertheless, she rose from the ground badly injured and tearfully implored compassion. In return he gave her the face a carved marble figure. Fortunately reacted in time to avoid the impact, which was to hit the glass window, which broke into pieces. Then, and slammed the door, he left.
, was then when she decided she had endured too much. He approached the window and looked through the broken glass. As much as he wanted, he realized that was not the man who fell in love.
With each of the tears I shed, they would escape all the good things in recent years had shared with him. Their night of passion with him, her weekends at the beach, his touch in the light of the moon ...
"Now I could only feel the pain of a battered woman who had the chance to flee. He left his home to go to hospital, then went to the police where an agent helped him put the complaint in question, and requested a restraining order. In their eyes could only glimpse a look broken, like her world was broken. As his heart was broken.
"But he felt alive again. Only it was starting from scratch.