The scene is held at the beginning of the XXème century in the streets of Paris. A woman trotts herself in the streets of the city-light. Suddenly, it warns, sitted with the terrace of a coffee, large Pablo Picasso carrying out drafts. With the risk to appear presumptuous, it approaches the painter and asks to him whether he can make his portrait. With the help of hard cash, that goes from oneself. The Master of Malaga puts himself at the task. After a few minutes hardly, it tightens the fruit of its work to its customer of passage. Moved, the young woman seizes herself some; here it is in possession of authentic Picasso.
( for me this woman expresses a feeling of loneliness and pensive ) ..!
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