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Charles Colombo (Thoughts On Love)

Charles Colombo (Thoughts On Love)

Author:fatima davis unuvar

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Introduction
"those portraits are not for sale, they will display in the museum for a month, I'm not trading my talent." He firmly concluded, when his eyes caught another scene, somehow a familiar tranquillity occupied his sanity, led him even closer, where he could crystallize a bold vision of what took his breath away... There she was, a masterpiece of his subconscious dreams, she has an exquisite being, and the look in her upturned icy-blue eyes; had his heart beaten for life, she smiled, lit his world with her warmth. "lady, I apologize for being inconvenient, but it’s not allowed to take pictures of the portraits, those are a private domain." He gently notified her and took a step closer, facing her, she smells like a wild English garden, her wine-red fringe hair glows fire, her fair skin reflects purity and lust, he wanted to reach out and touch her lips, full and glossy red even in the fading light of the hall. This time, she was gazing in his almond-shaped hazel eyes, biting her lower lip, smiling wickedly, and claimed timidly… "they're so beautiful; dark and gloomy … The girls in your portraits, I couldn't resist the desire.." Her voice drifted off ... Swallowed breathlessly, setting him on fire by her captivating looks, and attractive tone... "you could simply ask, or you could have any of them, I'd gladly let you have what you wish for if you have a beer with me."
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Chapter

  CHAPTER ONE

  USA Billings.

  City in Montana.

  Longing for beauty is a virtue, a flair that every sensitive artist would love to

  possess, and being an artist requires possessing an objective mentality, and an

  appreciated free method of analysis. Speaking of art as a virtual universe could be

  an objective paraphrasing of an artist's perspective, perhaps what we seek through

  the artist's eyes, the hazel eyes represent

reality

, and what we live is an illusion, a virtual coma of filthy deception!

  Charles Colombo the Italian-American artist and Businessman; craves growth and

  expansion and all its Glory, his soul is a little weary of the humdrum and ordinary. Life has much to offer, he knows this in his heart. It is fertile with possibilities, but

  he has had difficulties conceiving how he can best tap into this abundance. HE

  wants to break free! All the freedom he seeks is within himself. Imagining sitting on top of a luscious mountain, alone, with only his internal voice

  for company… Charles, wasn't completely alone that night, like many other nights, frequently, the magic of euphoria is his everlasting companion, the concept of

  

female

to cherish. "Push aside all interruptions and allow yourself to dream. What conceptive thoughts filter into your head?

  even make your heart race. Is it to do something, go somewhere, connect with

  someone?" Charles inhaled, examining the two astonishing ladies in his bed, releasing his ladies from distress is his profession. Pleasing them is an honor to

  brag about perpetually! they completely surrendered to his hypnotizing speech. However, Charles was not a great speaker, in fact, he is known for being rather a

  great listener... Charles continued, feeling their heart racing and their skin blushing, he smiled in

  victory, he is fully aware of his abilities and influence on any lady, desired by the

  most desirable ones! "Or, you’re already aware of a desire, and have been

  doubting yourself" He could liberate them from doubts, he led them directly to one solid fact, that is

pleasing him is the cure

, the way he

  pleases them, starting with words, praises, and compliments, moving to another

  phase of the sexual revolution, his touches had them raising the white flag!

  Trading words with actions; mental ecstasy with a massive physical pleasure. Later that night, as he sat on the edge of the bed, knowing that he's all alone again, he felt the block lift... It is HIM and nature. Here he could be who and what he

  wanted to be. No stress, no worries about anyone else, the world is far away, remembering this feeling, this freedom. All the freedom he seeks is within himself.

  He couldn't sleep, thinking about all the excitement of the upcoming day, this is

  his first art exhibition in Montana, mentally reviewing the recent successful

  exhibitions in many other places around the world; Milan,

his home-town

, Rome, Paris, Istanbul, Beirut, Moscow and New York. Now that he decided to settle in

  Montana, Where his heart urged him to stay, where he could refine his soul by the

  the remedy of the fascinating mother nature, a dream about the treasures of a hidden

  future he once portrayed in his sketchbook…

  A future that will function his plans of evolving himself within the circle of art, expand the fame of his creative mind. 16 May 2018\ Yellowstone Art Museum\

  Surrealism art by Charles Colombo

  Italian aria music is playing. A crowd of celebrities, businessmen and businesswomen, artists and press

  members were attending. "I loved every piece of them! You left me speechless, as usual, you are such an

  extraordinary artist, everyone is willing to buy more than one portrait!" Kathryn

  Gray proudly announced, waiting on praise by Charles, who seemed to be

  completely indifferent to that compliment, eyeing the attendances, added after a

  minute of consideration:

  13"those portraits are not for sale, they will display in the museum for a month, I'm

  not trading my talent." He firmly concluded, when his eyes caught another scene, somehow a familiar tranquillity occupied his sanity, led him even closer, where he

  could crystallize a bold vision of what took his breath away... There she was, a

  masterpiece of his subconscious dreams, she has an exquisite being, and the look

  in her upturned icy-blue eyes; had his heart beaten for life, she smiled, lit his world

  with her warmth. "lady, I apologize for being inconvenient, but it’s not allowed to take pictures of

  the portraits, those are a private domain." He gently notified her and took a step

  closer, facing her, she smells like a wild English garden, her wine-red fringe hair

  glows fire, her fair skin reflects purity and lust, he wanted to reach out and touch

  her lips, full and glossy red even in the fading light of the hall. This time, she was

  gazing in his almond-shaped hazel eyes, biting her lower lip, smiling wickedly, and

  claimed timidly…

  "they're so beautiful; dark and gloomy … The girls in your portraits, I couldn't

  resist the desire.." Her voice drifted off ... Swallowed breathlessly, setting him on

  fire by her captivating looks, and attractive tone... "you could simply ask, or you could have any of them, I'd gladly let you have what

  you wish for if you have a beer with me."

  Charles has a straightforward method of flirtation, no games to waste her time, no

  deception, he has so much to offer, a man with an undying appetite for beauty…

  "Meet me tonight at the Harvest club, we'll talk business, I'll make you an offer

  you can't refuse". She replied without delay, set her gaze on him, her timidity

  changed into treacherous confidence, her eyes promised him a thousand years of

  darkness, he could sense her intensity, could feel the devilish influence within her

  speech, but he couldn't hold back. He must seek more of her, she drew his full attention, never met a woman like her!

  That day was a day to remember, the young famous artist has gained respect in

  another piece of the motherland,

nature

, fame means everything for him, money

  isn't what he's missing, life in the way his dreams illustrate, is what he's seeking, life in its beautiful fragile details. Charles chose not to go that night, his intuition

  urged him to keep away for a bit longer, time is the illusion that keeps him from

  jeopardizing his inner peace... for him, beauty is not fulfilling a desire or seeking the unknown, it's a complete

  line of spirituality, a religion to embrace, where God is a skillful artist, and we are

  the prestige of his masterpieces.