One Piece Swimsuits Candid

recently came to the conclusion that painting is like an adventure for one night.

beginning is the worst. You're trying to
as you can - walk, look, watching, analyze,
trying on each side, until they sit down.
Now comes the time for fascination and imagination.
peek here and there, your head does the rest. Can you imagine all you have not seen it, and you see everything what you have not already done so, but I get up
from your table and at any price you strive to meet.
Ha, right, because who does not want to feel satisfied.
Me? - Do - do you think - Boredom. Because what would it be for life.
can not live forever staring at one mouth.
Finally comes the moment desired. You were able to gain the summit.
Maybe it's not Mount Everest, but - let's say, White.
So - you got what you wanted, is for you to wrytymi ślepiami and waits until
suggest to drink.
I like the view, you wake up in the morning in a room saturated with the stench.
It's over and you sit on a chair next to you and light a cigarette.
come to each other as after a long slumber, and you know it was time to move.
know that this is the moment. You try to move it to burning a piece of filter
which is just as obnoxious as LM'y lying on the table.
now - my dear, is when they have to say goodbye.
was nice, we'll probably go in a bar around the corner, to which I return every few days.
look at me briefly, shyly open his mouth to say hello, but quickly give up
seeing me with another, more beautiful and more
distinct from each other.
And I do not even look at you.
have not given you a second of my wretched life.
You know why?
Because hard to go forward, looking back.

Self-Portrait - Oil on canvas 100x70 cm