And the soul of the artist, did he but know it. A man who should have lived somewhere on the Mediterranean, with his love and his watercolours. Maybe he'd have been quite at home on this Andalucian hill. This was my father: he painted.
And the soul of the artist, did he but know it. A man who should have lived somewhere on the Mediterranean, with his love and his watercolours. Maybe he'd have been quite at home on this Andalucian hill. This was my father: he painted.
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