82×62, Oil on canvas Rains. It rains outside the house, and it rains inside, I’m soaked until the bones. I swim and sketch in another puddle, the winter came early without warning and I feel cold. When the pink of this sky turns in blue I start to wake up from another dream that ends. And then I think I could learn to dance under this rain untill everything finish. Overall, the music outside keeps sounding. And I like this song.

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