"....Last hour of tonight's milonga... The face an inch into mine, the hair
caught between two cheeks, the eyebrow against the temple... The speed of
the waltz through the impossiblity of our separation. Three cumparsitas in a
row and I had to be told that they were three same melodies. Three different
lifetimes, damn it - in mere fifteen minutes spiraling 'round the midnight
hour"
(C)

Pencil sketch and after Painter 8 here.
I`d like critique on my work.
Comments are most welcome!
Thanks!