There we are born, even if not biologically, a woman's charms. Here is what they are designed. The sketch of a design. In a few strokes the good ones, I mean the designers, are able to define what they want to be, what will ultimately be the idea that in an embryonic stage in their head, their fingers in their pencil or in pencil, then learn how to say. In that sea, in that blue, on those beaches where I roll, hiding among those rocks where I take refuge in those bays where explored. And 'Here that I grew up, formed as a draft of clay, volumes, proportions and shapes. The colors, sharp lines, details, everything else outside these shores.
And I never thought I could generate such an effect, such an emotion. Little things for the experts, for experts frivolous, unnecessary nuances to the most experienced. But when I walked through the crowd of those rooms, curious to see what works were displayed, how many, far smarter than me, were their languages, their ideas, communicate their messages, I saw the photo, the most painful I saw what it actually is my portrait, my biography. It was lit by spotlights that highlight the lights that made the midtones and blacks, blacks, blacks as the dark, the real one. When I saw the kid next to one end immersed in the light of a summer sunset. When I saw my dark side and stopped all my light, you silence every sound, every crowd noise ... and smiles .... "What a lovely Gaeta!"
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