Picasso
...was full of stars, the moon looked bigger than ever, and the wind was blowing as fresh as river’s water. Walking by the Eiffel Tower, I met the person I had always wanted to met. Yes, there he was, my favorite painter, Pablo Picasso, as elegant and artistic as I always imagined him. Picasso friendly introduced himself and took my hand to guide me through those wide path of Paris, which were so unknown for me, yet completely known for the painter. He showed me the beauty of the city and then he took me to a very special place for him. He led me to his place, where all his magic art work was. Looking at his pictures made me feel full art, full of life. I was astonished; all my senses could perceived the beauty of the place. I swear I felt and saw that beauty when touching and seeing the pictures. I heard the beauty when listening to Picasso’s voice. I smelled the beauty when breathing the artistic air. And I cannot tell how, but I tasted the beauty. I thought two of my dreams, being in Par...