Well, well .. I'm here. I was hoping to have something else written .. but fatigue is making the muse runs out. Asique
you hang it. Short .. but it's something to open mouth and remove some of the monkey. First
mine, that I had to republish something. No big deal, I think every time I get weaker .. Brian
But up to something .. hehehehe.
back soon, I promise.
- Peter Pan Congratulations, you've done it again .- Linds's voice sounds harmonious, joyful. But resigned. Finishes speaking and releases a sigh choppy.
- I have to hang up, Wendy. Well, what, you know me ..
- We miss you, Brian.
- I know. Take care and care of the little Gus.
- It's not so small.
- I know .. I know .. Bell also cares and your husband. The fearsome Captain Hook.
- Brian ..
- Yes, I know.
- When did you see? Could move a weekend in New York. Do you think stay and live there?. .. Because it would be like you. But .. I hope everything or nothing.
- .. You know that is impossible.
- I know .. I know ..
Brian hangs up. Smiles and signs the role of men slick gray suit brings to the table.
- Well, it's all Mr Kinney.
- Many thanks. Keep in touch.
- Nice watch, what design?.
- Brian smiles .- .- Well .. I hope to have made a good deal. Otherwise .. I will reply to your question.
back to the apartment. Michael missed three, four and a message from Ted Cinthya.
- you going to come back some day? Brian damn .. what is supposed to be doing?, You know the meeting, customers, campaigns .. we're losing in your absence? Definitely do not take responsibility after all, can you hear me?. Ah, I hope you choke on the coffee New York.
The room is a confusion trestle, rags, pads, spatulas, brushes, paint tubes, is terribly messy, furniture, what you see, it's dusty and worn green velvet.
smells of resin, varnish and glue, and there are pieces of cloth stained with paint on the floor, slips and tongs for fabrics.
- Sunshine .. what? .. We have stolen something? ..
- Hi Bri. I regret the mess, you should have called. I am finished for the exhibition.
- Well, next time I remember finding the feet before entering. Three hits means: I hope to take you to lunch.
- Can you find something to sit?. Sorry.
- should rest.
- If .- Take a drink of gin and tonic, Brian looked at him wide-eyed and incredulous face but do ..- Who says that your painting is valuable, and where you make your presentation?. That's the trouble.
- You've done many exhibitions. You do not have to prove anything to anyone.
Justin breathes through of his little nose and removed a spot of finger paint.
- You know, Bri, how artists live outside a small circle of New York?, Eh, you know ?. Well, the answer is that they do not!. Paint. What does it matter?. If they are lucky they get to hang a few in a seedy pub, hoping that someone might pass becomes infatuated with one of them. So it is not likely to want to pay more than five. Or they commission a mural or a watercolor. And that's all. They can then going to teach them to art dealers and fashion stores can be stacked in a corner as I do, one over the other until there are too many and then make a campfire, or if the fabric is a good start to paint over again.
- Damn, Justin. Needless to vivieses in a poky old town. You're in New York, are angry because your beloved Irish proved more .. a little prick with no talent, no taste, no common sense. Well, so what?. There are people, many people who buy pinturas.Y you are great. I I who say, imagine how hard for me to recognize something so fucking .- Brian smiles, approaches from behind and kisses her neck. However, Justin is not paying attention and can not stop talking, absent.
- The buyer of paintings is a special breed .- says vigorously and finished drinking a glass .-?.
- yet. And you should drink less, you're a fucking brat, remember.
- or two breeds. The buyer of paintings actually belongs to two distinct breeds. Completely separate, mind you. There is one class: is the junior chief demi-semi avant-garde ..
- I missed ..
- Adjusted , aware of art, buy glossy magazines. You know. He and his wife go to Spain ..
- "Ibiza?.
- No!. Buy a bluebird house, they hang on the wall and find it terribly funny. The other breed is .. all money and no taste whatsoever.
- Peter .. you Irish.
- buy paintings and buy stocks, noting the rising or falling. Tables fill your house that really only enjoyed by their monetary value and. What do you Bri?
- 'll try to guess how to shut up and take off your clothes .- Brian Justin watches closely, frowning and eyes wide open.
- Okay, I'll shut up. I do not understand.
- Typical. I understand that you care too much about what others think.
- Is not it happens to everyone?. You worry too much about what those fools of your clients think of your campaigns.
- not change the subject, brat.
- all part of the same subject. Stop calling me brat.
- I get bored, Sunshine! .- Brian undoes his shirt and dropped onto one of the chairs. He approaches the bar, pulls out a bottle of water and drink from it without taking his eyes off her blonde artist. She enjoys seeing
so, absent, confusing, contradictory, vulnerable, susceptible ..
is adorable, perfectly desirable.
Try not to pay attention to throb and bulge of his crotch and continues to speak before the fair returns to the fray with their cries.
"We should start a business together. Junk dealers. You with your strict honesty and I with my mischief. Would form an unbeatable team. An antique shop. O.. .. A business of art auctions!. Yours, the primeras.Yo know enough and I have experience in sales, advertising .. You know too much about painting and art.
"Definitely, Bri. Not going well head. So fuck that .. you have lost.
- No? I was saying, so I'm here .- Brian laughs .- I am talking about .. I'm serious. Justin
seen Brian's face. That face, that face you are not joking, having no reason to joke, they do not need tricks to get away with telling the truth. ..-
-GodJustin jumped up, stares at him, analyzing each feature of his face. Opens her eyes and raises his arms .- What! .. Brian !...¡ You did!, I've done, can not be! .. You've done!.
-Si .. what I have done ..?.
- You did! .. What have you done?.
"Hey .. you know .. you know how many hours we talking here .. .. .. without having sex?
-not you dare change the subject. "I follarte.Ya
. Now. now. Immediately.
- Brian ... tell me what you've done. "Then ..
here.and see repeated around: they give up the ass ..
- I both beat for you ..
- Superarte for me?.
"Just for you .. .. a hunch we will be in early January .. I'll leave some tickets in the mail .. or I'll take your office. Until then .. call me anytime. Best the other number ...
Brian feels down, touching land. Comes over and kisses him on the lips strong.
- I do not think you understood me .. Believe me if you like Justin, I'm here in New York with you. It's cold, cold polar. If you listen you will hear my teeth chattering
- When will you return?
- Never. Also .. why again?. To have to go back.
- What will you be plotting now?
- only just come here .. ..
