Frank Ohara. (№ 120612)

To breathe with you coke is much nicer than going to San Sebastian, irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne.
Even the grass of the Sierra de Gracia in Barcelona is not like you.
Maybe because in your orange shirt you much happier St. Sebastian.
Maybe it's because I love you.
In the warm light of new York in 4 hours, we drift, moving away and approaching each other.
Like a tree breathing through colored glass.
And portraits seemed to have gone all the faces, only leaving only the paint.
Surprised, you ask, why do they draw?
I'm looking at you, and it's better than looking at all the portraits in the world.