He wipes his face with the bottom of his shirt, its the first stain of the day, and he is already finished. His hands work fast when his head is filled with happiness. And how could his head be filled with anything else? “She is here. She is her. SHE IS HERE.” He had Lucy. He did not remember when he first saw her, but he remembers when he first saw her in a different way. It was a couple of months ago, when the sun had just begun to force people to take off their clothes. He had always known Lucy, but in the month of May she transformed right in front of him, Lucy went from being the girl he called for cooking tips to a girl he just had to call. Her words just came out of her mouth like small drops of water, and like a person walking in the desert he needed every single one of them. She did not see him as a Romeo at first, but somehow he managed to lure her to his side, not that he even really knows how. It was a mystery, but one he was happy with having unsolved, as long as he got her instead. She talked, he listened, she danced, he watched, she smiled, he did not need anything else, she laugh, he had reach heaven on earth, she kissed him, he was flying, she whispered “I love you, he died of happiness was reborn and answered “I love you too, you are all I need”.
Roberto took a few steps back, and leaned his tall body against the wall. He looked at his masterpiece in front of him. It was not a masterpiece, just a name he gave his painting. Reason: self portrait, and he had been painted himself in the state of mind he was in. he could not be any better. Therefore it was his masterpiece. He could master it all because of her.
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