El Enigma

Manifesto of colors and shadows
I started painting when he missed the day and night colors my hands muddy from a body over and deserted Blue to Hell, and Red told me to heaven. I drew a path thinking that silence can be discovered in carmine and feet when buried in the dirt, they howl. I painted my frame and crimson rain for tears is that I can not imagine happiness without sadness, uncertain hopes that a well-defined line end in an apparent loss of what I mean.
I started...

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