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    The escape and The escape…in the mirror

    See you later this miraculous woman in my life stepped. She was 27 and with her friend at that time on an art opening in my gallery. It was that what one calls proverbially them, love at first sight '. She was one of these unbelievable women whose look could flood a whole space with love whose smile me allowed to solidify. A woman with whom I did not want to be the strong, successful career woman. I can to let fall in her arms and I trusted from the first moment in the fact that she would catch me with whom I was sure if I laid my heart and my soul in her hands, she would be in the state to hold them, to be nourishing and to protect. She stood before me with the innocent look of an unknowing woman who did not understand what just happened there which felt that of a moment on the other hand something had changed that her whole life on the head was put and everything that what she believed up to now in, everything was led that what was firmly anchored in her consciousness ad absurdum by this one look in our eyes. Tina … the name sounded so sweetly in my ears and although I did not know whether I one day saw again them, this moment was my whole life. And I was never more sure to me than in this second that I wanted to become old with this woman.

     The more time I passed in this evening, the more I thought about it, the more incredibly became the occasions, the richer in imagination the stories and the more longingly my desire for her look. I had to hold them easy. So I invited them and her friend to my next artist's dinner.

    And then this thing with the earring has happened, I call it destiny which I have helped along in unobtrusive way small a little. She had "forgotten" her earring in my gallery and was still in the same evening with me to fetch him. The life had given me the second chance and I knew, I would leave nothing to the chance and they do not allow to go again without knowing …

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