Love is like listening music from another room, you sing along, because you like the song, but then the door closes and a train passes by, you can't hear it anymore, but you keep singing the song.. then the door opens and you can finally listen again...

Love is like listening music from another room, you sing along, because you like the song, but then the door closes and a train passes by, you can't hear it anymore, but you keep singing the song.. then the door opens and you can finally listen again...

3:30 A.M., oil on panel, 24x32 inches
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