In May, he had enough strength to get out of bed, but could not revive or the beauty of the landscape he saw in the rectangle of the window . It had been a renowned painter of animals, however long ago that he could not sell a small painting. I was disappointed.
After a few days off became his wife and told stories about the attempted abduction of a woman who had died in those days and the actions of the detectives of the city. His wife did not remember the name of the victim for several years living alone with an ordinary cuzquito the River promenade. That lady used to walk under the morning sun or the shade of the jacaranda trees in the park with the puppy. The animal had bitten the criminals who attacked and why they were arrested.
listened The painter brought the news that his wife, but his spirit returned to the past and remembered who was the wife of that police case because he had portrayed a fussy poodle. He recalled how he had been attracted by its delicate rosy ankles that supported the harmony of its forms. He had felt a passion so deep that it had overflowed and took him to erotic fantasies daydreams. He had confessed to her his love in recent sessions, but she had refused to mocking laughter as he felt his heart was broken to pieces and collapsed on the floor. His enthusiasm and his shame and had passed, but never forgotten. Still kept the sketches he did, as a relic. Then he married his devoted secretary, but he never forgot the lady's dog.
Now, I could close that chapter of her life because she was already dead. Such time, the morning breeze will bring new hopes and to reinvent their art in their own little world. It may not be easy.
Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars, 10/11/1916
REPORT PRIOR TO
Cut into 4 pieces and resetting ROOMS OR OTHERWISE
THE DOG
In a region of whose name I can not remember, many years ago, there lived a man who liked to paint strange pictures. The man lived alone with his dog, a regular cuzquito that followed the sun and shade.
One day a lady came very elegant for the portrait, but the dog did not sit nice and bit his ankle with such bad luck that she fell down and fainted from the shock. The painter, quite advanced in years, barely had the strength to rise and lie on a bed. They treated her for an hour, but could not revive her. She seemed asleep, a sleeping beauty in that distant place. The painter reprimanded, punished the animal and put it out.
After a few hours, came the family of the woman and brought to the police. The deployment of detectives, patrol and curious was tremendous. The solo artist was accused of kidnapping and found out his background.
The woman died after two months without having regained consciousness.
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