A long time ago you told me that you wanted to portray me. In the meantime you shared more and more assiduously your tastes, opinions and experiences with me.

Maybe we started drawing that portrait in the bed instead of in the studio, being the most inappropriate place from the beginning.

You told me a long time ago that you wanted to keep getting lost in my sheets, but I did not find any more time for you. It was just  then when you stopped sharing your tastes, opinions and experiences with me.

Maybe that is why I don’t appear in any of your exhibitions. Maybe I felt that this portrait had no more projection than the carnal one.

It’s been a long time since you got my more lascivious side and therefore lost interest in my more photographic one.

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