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Much has happened since my last visit here, sometimes it's better to keep silent, sometimes spend too things, better storage. I
I missed by aqui.Ahora back, with continued .. strange, as is customary in mi.Donde mixing past and present, Pittsburgh and New York .. again. A bridge to nowhere ...

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One of the best things that happened to Justin in New York was that thanks to Peter entered the night school of painting that arose in the Art's Student League. A curious place, situated at 57 with the Seventh Avenue, a grand old building. It felt as if he entered the Julian Academy of Post-Impressionists. Peter seemed anything but a painter. But when he took a pencil or a brush, his eyes seemed to close with his hand in a perfect circle and four fine features and light caught the breath of the represented.

- were many objects that we build a model bodegónya times ..

- Ted I have to call tomorrow and put everything in orden.No need to accompany me to the airport.

- need not go away so Brian ..

- you kidding? I've had enough with this magnificent exhibition .. .. sure we in the newspaper, sure to be good publicity for you young .. painter living in New York, home of a poor neighborhood of Pittsburgh, a place in the middle of nowhere .. but .. a wealthy family and her two lovers become embroiled in a dispute in the gallery romantic number 13 ..

- grace not find him .. still lifes or people, and some lilies dying ..

- pictures .. they are still lifes of fruits, right? Question .- Brian glancing the top of your mobile silver. Feel an immense desire to get out of there, returning to his old life, their business, not thinking, not feeling, not to waste any more time, not engage in nothing, nothing, nothing .. .. he just like old times, as he should be, forever .- For the exhibition was well Sunshine.Te Congratulations, despite this so Peter and his bohemian air of frustrated that looks like a stockbroker in crisis crisis.Plena 29 .. why not jumped out the window?.

The taxi moved silently through the dark streets and cold of New York.

- Peter is a gentleman, Brian ..

- mean, a jerk. Shit, another call .. I was wondering if Peter is a gentleman by giving flowers .. .. what is someone that gives you all an art gallery in New York. Galeríay auctions ..

- Another asshole. Without common sense one iota of reality in their cerebro.Es another Peter .. but this is a Peter Pan

- Congratulations So Peter Pan.

- need not go so you Brian.

- I've had enough.

Both were still in the taxi, could not say anything else. It would have been the moment of speaking. Brian thought that if Justin looked at his face I see all, what was reflected allí.Pero sabría.Todo Justin looked at him and saw nothing ..

A beautiful face, beautiful, beautiful and unchanging.

- You're wrong, that's not the most important, everything is important when you love, I understand when somebody really want to, Bri ..

- do not think so, I think not .. Blondie ..

Justin hugged him, but still felt lacking in his arms as if hugging a stream of air.

never forget what happened on that show, damn exposure of truth.

JUSTIN PREVIOUS LIFE IN NEW YORK.

- 'm in love with you ... What is it you can not understand.

Talk loudly and collapsed on the bed when his name came from some corner of his mind and his body opened unnecessarily to get a touch.

BRIAN, BRIAN, BRIAN ..

was a gentleman eager to get rid of his armor glittering tension, knots of logic. Justin Fell

collapsed on the bed, as faint and invisible injury, and quarreled with her loving ghost who always won, then left him abandoned at the edge of a lake, while he repeated, gently :

"What you do not understand, Brian, I'm in love with you.

Not knowing if he spoke for him or for himself.

FIRST THREE WEEKS IN NEW YORK.

Peter began to see everyday. He would always find time, but always different, as if every day he worked on a different drama.

the evening out with wealthy European and American upper class.

There were parties and drugs and music, limousines and mansions on Fifth Avenue, or huge apartment in Soho.

But Brian was not all that. Sometimes

diaa going to spend the Long Island, the beach, nice people's house without knowing that he was treated with total familiarity, and it was strange because I never knew exactly what they thought of him or the type of pain that lay behind their graphs sun.

Sometimes they were like .. .. if Brian, Brian ..

It was like every night at a masquerade ball, in one of those balls of snow that move at the whim of capricious hands.

If New York was an aquarium, to Justin since his arrival seemed to have finally entered the tank.

Without Brian, Brian, Brian.,

continue ..

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