You know what l feel Pablo؟ shall l tell you? l feel nothing...nothing. I have a baby in my belly...Another heart beating...Another soul craving...and I'm empty, like your glass. You'll go home. You'll always live a full and rich life. But l swear to God...when your time comes...When you leave at your death bed...The name Modigliani...Will not be far from your lips.You can never paint over this night.lt belongs to him. l saw him dance once by the statue of Balzac. So beautiful his face, so graceful his arms...as he swayed to the song, he smiled... He was all the things were once. So, l stole that moment, and locked it away in my mind...to be there, to comfort me in my empty days…