All Colors Are The Friends

Love And Fantasy, Go Hand In Hand.

What A Genius, That Picasso. It Is A Pity He Doesn't Paint.

The Stars Were My Best Friends. The Air Was Full Of Legends And Phantoms, Full Of Mythical And Fair-tale Creatures, Which Suddenly Flew Away Over The Roof, So That One Was At One With The Firmament.

My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had To Find Some Special Occupation, Some Kind Of Work That Would Not Force Me To Turn Away From The Sky And The Stars, That Would Allow Me To Discover The Meaning Of Life.

My Name Is Marc, My Emotional Life Is Sensitive And My Purse Is Empty, But They Say I Have Talent.