I clumsily believed in her and tell her everything I could. He was never interested in any of my paintings, painting seemed boring. I only thought of traveling and spending money, I instead wanted a family, painting and be happy. I gave him everything you could but it was never enough, and I cheated with another. Hate it and the more more hated it needed her and loved her. Paul left his side brush and then walked up to the wall near where he had several works hanging, stared at them. Bela didn’t know what to do, didn’t know if it was appropriate to make any comment or if I should just wait.
-This woman taught me to hate-. Paul continued. Not to believe When someone tells you that you want to, because in the background is a lie. To think that faithfulness there is no because your partner will cheat, it will be today or tomorrow. But despite knowing the truth I was forced to continue painting the things which didn’t, because those were the pictures that were sold. A year ago I won an important Prize for a painting of love, nobody here knew it because I didn’t and recognition lies saved in that drawer-. Points toward the other end of the study. For me already those things were not important, my Representative was that takes care of everything because I only wanted to survive among these four walls, it had no reason to leave nor much less laugh, although to be franco at night when he walked to the kitchen recalled episodes from my childhood or the mischief I did and laughed alone. I can not put myself the title of the most lonely man because it is likely that there is more that you are like me, but I can say that I was one of them-.