Yesterday I was invited to Picasso’s birthday party. He wanted to show his closest his most valuable painting, that no one had ever seen and he wanted to sell some paintings and sculptures that no one had bought because no one was able to understand them.
I drove to the salon were the party was taking place, and when I got there Picasso surprised me with a little kiss on my cheek.
I thanked him for the invitation and gave him a huge blank of canvas that had a shape of a woman. I thought it was an original gift because with it, I was giving him the opportunity to unite, once more, women and art, his biggest passions.
I was looking at him, waiting for some words, when suddenly he started to cry.
He was very pleased, and he told me that the reason why he got emotional was because no one had ever given him a present that expressed him so well.
After this roller coaster of emotions, one of Picasso’s friends, who was a visionary, made a toast to celebrate his professional and loving life. We were all raising our cups when of a sudden a man entered the salon, walked up to Picasso and started to threaten him with a criminal charge. The man said that he had bought one Picasso’s painting some time ago and this morning a boy had knocked at his door to deliver the painting and when he unpacked the package, he saw that he hadn’t got a painting but a blank canvas.
While we were listening to this real life story, we looked at Picasso, he was turning red, so I closed my eyes and opened them to see if that was a dream because I couldn’t believe that my friend had been a fake all these years.
I looked at him again, he was putting a brush out of his pocket and he pointed the brush at that man and BANG! He hit him (that brush was also a gun…).
I grabbed my cell phone and called the police.
Now Picasso is in jail and that man is alive in the hospital with the real painting beside his bed.
I drove to the salon were the party was taking place, and when I got there Picasso surprised me with a little kiss on my cheek.
I thanked him for the invitation and gave him a huge blank of canvas that had a shape of a woman. I thought it was an original gift because with it, I was giving him the opportunity to unite, once more, women and art, his biggest passions.
I was looking at him, waiting for some words, when suddenly he started to cry.
He was very pleased, and he told me that the reason why he got emotional was because no one had ever given him a present that expressed him so well.
After this roller coaster of emotions, one of Picasso’s friends, who was a visionary, made a toast to celebrate his professional and loving life. We were all raising our cups when of a sudden a man entered the salon, walked up to Picasso and started to threaten him with a criminal charge. The man said that he had bought one Picasso’s painting some time ago and this morning a boy had knocked at his door to deliver the painting and when he unpacked the package, he saw that he hadn’t got a painting but a blank canvas.
While we were listening to this real life story, we looked at Picasso, he was turning red, so I closed my eyes and opened them to see if that was a dream because I couldn’t believe that my friend had been a fake all these years.
I looked at him again, he was putting a brush out of his pocket and he pointed the brush at that man and BANG! He hit him (that brush was also a gun…).
I grabbed my cell phone and called the police.
Now Picasso is in jail and that man is alive in the hospital with the real painting beside his bed.
Written by Carina Ferreira
2 comentários:
ahaha nice :P poor picasso :/
Congratulations! your imagination are amazing, muahahah! =')
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