seductive widower

I got up from the stool and admired the paintings that had just finished painting, was still dirty with oil paint and was trying to clean hands with the handkerchief, then placing it over mine shoulders. I sighed, running a hand over my forehead, then walked over to closer to the screens, one of them portrayed a dark environment, with a small light at the end of the tunnel; all the arts I paint are real stories that happened in my life, or something that draws attention when I'm on the street, or anywhere else.

It's not that I harbored anguish about my past, On the contrary, it helps me a lot to get rid of painful memories that I once experienced. I left the studio and went up the stairs that led access to my house and locked the door, I don't like anyone

come in here, just me, not even my sister, who is my

advisor. That's why I keep everything very clean so that it doesn'tneed a cleaning lady, I don't like dirt and much lesspeople passing through my work environment. I decided to build a large space for my work atmy house, renovating the attic. I worked daily so that today I could have piecesenough for the exhibition in Portugal. I was invited abouta year to exhibit my works at the Lisbon gallery forthree months. I went into my room and went to the bathroom,I fnished taking a shower, my doorbell rang,I put on my robe and answered the door. Upon opening, I came across Milenaclutching two boxes of pizzas, she walked in, leaving her purse inon the couch, and walked into the kitchen. I followed her, givingBeware of your haste. I kept looking, because she knows I don't eatbullshit, I'm very strict when it comes to my food. "You know very well I don't eat junk food," I complained,and she glared at me. As if she said she didn't caremy complaint. "I'm tired and hungry, and I didn't even want to go home after lunch."meeting, don't complain, damn. I bought the pizzas and decided to come eatwith you, I know you shouldn't have anything ready in your fridge, sincefred the cook. I took advantage of the fact that Renato is off today,I need a few minutes without daughter and husband, I'm exhausted, illsleep, your niece, despite being only three months old, is so

moody. And it's always turning day into night, I puta reminder on the fridge door to remind me to take minedaily contraceptives - he complained, looking at me. "I bet you haven't eaten anything yet." I know how it is,when he dedicates himself to a job, he barely eats. look at theseHuge dark circles, Miguel. Before the trip, you will have to go to theaesthetics to improve your appearance, you are so beautiful, my brother,but it's a rag, that hair and beard haven't seen scissors for days.He fnished talking and kissed my cheek. I watched her open thecloset drawers, picking up plates, cutlery and placing them on thetable. She went to the fridge and got the juice box. If she doesn'twas breastfeeding, it would be beer for sure. "Everything is ready for your trip in a week's time.I know you'll have a good season in Lisbon, you've already decided what you're going to dowith the house? I sat across from her and grabbed a slice of pizza.cutting it, because she was right, there was no food in myrefrigerator. "It will be in your care, as always." The studio will be ableget locked up, I've already fnished the paintings, so there's no need tocleaning, you know very well that I don't like to have mythings," I said, putting a piece of pizza in my mouth, feelingthe delicious taste of melting cheese. "You and your quirks. It's okay, I can look at the house, and a

once a week I come with the cleaning lady to clean, except onstudio. she pronounced, rolling her eyes, smirking at her face. Milena is so funny, I will miss her. I know howmy publicist, was supposed to accompany me to this event, but shejust had her baby and is breastfeeding, such a tripI fear for the child. My niece is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life, but shethere at her house and I at mine, I have never seen such a small creaturecry so long and loud, and whenever I pick her up she drools on meall. But she is so beautiful and fragrant. "My breasts are leaking by all appearances, Melinda.is hungry, the bottles I left with milk must already havefnished. I need to go home, any news I'll call you. - She Tookthe rest of the juice, kissed my cheek and left in a hurry.I shook my head smiling, Milena always walking in a hurry. *** Two weeks later, I was leaving for Portugal, themy sister and my niece came to say goodbye, my brother-in-law didn'tcame because he was working. At two in the afternoon, my fight would leave, and it was almost timeto board. I know this trip will be a little difcult, sinceI didn't want to leave Brazil for now, but Milenaadvised that it would be great for my career given that I stayedyears without exposing anything, I needed that time to take care of mymind. With everything that happened, I had my days of mourning, my

mind could not assimilate anything at that moment. It was necessaryyears to heal from it all, the scars are still here on mybody, are painful marks that I will carry for the rest of my life.life. However, I decided to follow. I will have to face about ten hours of fight until I land in theLisbon airport, and there is already a team waiting for me, Milenagot in touch and hired them to assist me in these monthsthat I will stay there. "We'll miss you, Uncle." See if you can get onePortuguese girlfriend and give me lots of little cousins ​- Milena imitated thebaby voice as if it were the daughter talking to me.I smiled and replied: "That won't happen, my little drool, but ifask your mother, maybe win two more little brothers by the endof the year. Her uncle is too old to deal with diapers and bottles.And don't forget, you're a beautiful little girl. - I kissed yoursplump cheek, and she made a giggling sound. Then I hugged my sister, thanking her for everything,

Miguel Solano. "I got up from my seat andthank you for the applause. - Miguel Solano was born in Brazil, in the city of NovaPrimavera, and graduated from the London Fashion School, in London, andat the Superior School of Arts and Design in his hometown. Standing, I walked down the great hall, being applauded by theaudience, with each step I took, I felt free and with therenewed energies.

In fact, I missed that human warmth.I stood next to the presenter and soon he passed the microphone tomy hands, the premiere of the event will be broadcast live byan internet channel and my sister will definitive watch it. "I'd like to say a little thank you first, asI'm not much for words, but today is a special day, the dayof my return as a painter, I confess that it has been the best

experience I've had; for fve years, i kept myself secluded from everything and all. As always we need time to get our heads in place, for those who have followed me since the beginning of my career, know what I'm talking about. I will not return to this subject, my focus is on the future. I also want to thank my advisor, my sister Milena, for all your help. - I ended my speech by thanking you. In a few hours, all the paintings were sold and the feeling of accomplishment flled my chest. fresh start was the word that ft at that moment in my life.

some food I made, make my day. And today this little girl left happy. I was talking to both of them during the trip, the mother da Maria told me that they are also going to the same city that I, her husband is a foreman and has lived in the city for about five months; over the months, she saved enough money to send for both. Thank God I met them, I'll stay in same pension as both. Sueli said that as soon as we arrive in the city, will call her husband to ask if where he lives have any vacant rooms. We had only one stop until we reached the city, we got off and we went to the bathroom at the gas station. We buy soft drinks and we ate it with the rest of the sandwiches that were left. When it was about nine o'clock at night, the little talkative fell asleep, I couldn't, I was thinking about my life,I was very agitated, I laid my head on the back of the seat and I closed my eyes, imagining a happy life in the new city.

A week after arriving at Nova Primavera and looking forgot employment in my profession or as a helper, but I only had answers such as "there is no vacancy", I did not let myself be discouraged, I never went to faint in the face of difculties. I usually say that music helps me a lot, whenever I'm facing some difculty, I put on my headphones listening to music and I start to dance, Sueli says that the sadness will touch at the time, she never saw anyone as happy as I was. I always say that there is no way to die if you are with health, we run after things.

With the little money I had left, I bought meat for prepare some lunchboxes for Seu Álvaro, Sueli's husband,sell at the construction site where he works, he said that not everyone takes food from home and you have to walk to the restaurant and that the food isa little pricey. I'm living in the room next to theirs, I confess that they have helped me a lot, I don't feel alone, and I have the company of Maria, who says she will also be a chef when she grows up. Every day I talk to my mother, I'm dying miss her; as usual, she asks me if i need it of money. Thank God that the little savings I have are giving to keep me. I arrived around five in the afternoon and got nothing again, tomorrow I'll go to the restaurants in the north zone, it's far,but I can't choose anything at the moment, I paid for two months rent in advance, good thing the room already has a bed,a stove, a fridge, for me, that's enough. After the shower, I put on some comfortable clothes and stayed for a while.inside the news, I placed my cell phone on the small table and I sat nearby to watch the news, my cell phone is so old it's of those who have a television, I've had it for almost four years,degree in gastronomy still haven't afforded me the luxury of buying one better mobile.

I yawned as soon as the presenter said goodnight, got up,taking a bottle from the fridge, taking it to the small room with the cell phone. I lay down on the small single bed, soon it started to fall heavy rain with lightning and thunder, two things i'm more afraid, I put the blanket covering my whole body and keep your eyes closed, if you run out of energy, it will be worse. But what a big mouth I have, I barely finished talking and it was all dark, I grabbed my cell phone on the side table; to calm me down,I put on a soft song, closed my eyes and started to accompany the melody, I didn't even see the time go by, and to complete the my bad luck, a small leak began to drip into the my head, the way was to get up and go get a container to trim the water so as not to wet the bed. A few hours later, the power came back. How was without sleep, I decided to clean up the small room, another thing that I know how to do very well is to fx a house. Enjoy and wash my clothes that I was going to wash at the end of the week and I washed the only three pairs of sneakers I own. I went back to bed at two-thirty in the morning, I would have to wake up at five to prepare lunchboxes for Álvaro to take to sell at work.

Two days later, returning from yet another job search, I saw Sueli in front of the pension watching Maria playing with the other children. I sat down beside her and sighed heavily. She looked at me and I noticed that in her hand she was holding anew paper, I asked to read it quickly and went straight to the page of classifieds, I took out my notebook and jotted down an address fora vacancy as a cook in the house of a painter of paintings. I finished to write the address and handed the paper back to Sueli, she

I returned to Nova Primavera two weeks ago, after spend three months in Portugal for work, I was very well received and I won a prize for best painter of obscure paintings, I participated in multiple interview channels; as was already known in the feld, I was even more so after exhibiting my paintings in Lisbon, as well as This led to several invitations to exhibit in other countries. Milena already evaluating some proposals.

Today I will have dinner at your house to celebrate the success of the exposure, of course she knows I don't like fattery, I do what my work without expecting praise from anyone, I never needed third-party opinion to do my job, even more than people who don't even know me. But when it comes to my sister, if I don't accept it, she will be hurt for a month and complaining that I I'm not a good brother and I don't like her. Yes, she is dramatic. I got out of the shower with the towel wrapped around my waist. underwear in the closet drawer and put it on, leaving the towel on top from the bed. Then I grabbed a pair of jeans and put them on, I opted for a white shirt and over it one of the leather jackets that I like to use it, even more when I ride a motorcycle. I turned on the dryer and started drying my hair, fnishing to do a hairstyle, Milena says I'm obsessed with my hair just because I'm vain and I like to take care of. I looked in the mirror, fxing some blond strands that were falling on my forehead. I put on my shoes, put on some perfume and left the house. taking my wallet, cell phone and motorcycle key from the sideboard. I locked the door of the house, leaving the garage, accelerated the motorcycle when entering the street. Milena's house was in another neighborhood, Renato inherited the house when his parents passed away after they got married, as they paid rent, they decided to move there.

I stopped at the light and looked at the car next to me, inside there were twoblondes who smiled in my direction, one of them lickedthrough the lips sensually trying to seduce me, I smile, shaking thehead. Too bad she's not my type. I accelerated, when the light changed, I still heard the car hornthat they were, if it were two brunettes, surely theI would invite her to the motel with me and fuck them both. I parked the motorcycle in front of my sister's house and climbed thethree steps leading up to the door. I rang the bell and thenshe opened smiling with Melinda on her lap, she greeted me witha kiss on the cheek and handed me the little aloe, she washuge, even had hair. When I went to Portugal, she hadonly three months old and was bald. "She's huge, are you giving her yeast?" -I asked, sitting down with Melinda on the couch. She started to pullmy beard and try to play with my hair. had to staydodging her little wiggly hands. "It's huge and messier than before, when notgets what he wants, he starts screaming," Renato said, approachingwith the pink cart, Melinda began to stretch her arms, askingfor him to put her in. As soon as she did, she started walking down the street.

house, trying to move things around. - This is all the fault of the father who does her will -Milena yelled from the kitchen, making us all laugh. "How are you, Miguel?" - Renato handed me a glass withwhiskey. I took the glass, thanking him. - All right. I'm trying to get used to the spindleschedule again - I explained! "I know what it's like, the last time I took awork, I spent a week confused, I felt very sleepy because ofmorning, night, could not sleep. Congratulations onexhibition, Milena and I watched the opening on the Internet. Yourpaintings sold in less than half an hour, Milena accompanieddirect sales, hardly slept. - Smile, because I believe thatMilena followed every detail, even from afar, she is aexcellent professional, and it's not because she's my sister, but she takes care ofvery good of everything. I drank some whiskey and admired the twosetting the dinner table, always exchanging kisses and caresses,I sighed heavily, remembering a part of my life thatwould not return again. And that every day he made a great effort tonot remember, not that I didn't like it, it's just that every time II remembered going to hell for days. Milena announced that dinner would be served. we sat inAround the table, Melinda, in her little chair, was messing around, eatingvegetables, dropping half of them, and trying to catch them so hard

sacrifce, because his little hand was so small. I fgured if notHad the accident happened, I would have been like this with my family.But fate was so wicked to me, taking everything away from me. - Tell us more about your time in Lisbon, Miguel?- Milena wanted to know while breastfeeding her daughter, who was dozingrubbing the eyes. We had just had dinner, we were inroom chatting. I didn't want to drink anymore, because I'm on a motorcycle. I remembered the night of the accident, when I opened my eyesand I realized that I was in the hospital with wires all over my body, I wasso desperate that I started screaming and again I was sedated,waking up, I didn't remember much. - Miguel? My brother, is everything okay? I'm calling you theresome and you with a frozen expression, as if you weregoing back to the past. - Milena was no longer holding her daughter,surely Renato took her to the bedroom. "I'm sorry, but I'm not very well, I believe due to thetrip, I usually sleep earlier - I explained, getting upquickly. - Need to go. - Calm down, Miguel, you're not well. had a fashbackof that night? - Milena was really worried, but II didn't want to talk, I wanted to go home, I felt suffocated by

remember the past.

- Call you later. - I kissed your cheek and left your houserushed. "We need to talk about the head chef whoI hired you yesterday to cook for you, we have to talk toabout the menu - Milena was talking and walking in a hurry trying toreach me. I stopped and said: - We'll talk another day, or rather, I'll give you carte blancheto decide everything, the important thing is that she does not exceed myLimits. Now come in, you can't be alone at this hour in theStreet. I'm fne, trust me. I gave a weak smile andwaiting for Milena to enter, as soon as she entered, I turned on the motorcycle and accelerated,wanting to get home soon. I wanted to go down to my studio andunload all this pain on my work. paint dark picturesrelated to pain, loss. Paint until you can't take it anymore and fallexhausted on the couch I always sleep on when I have these