Arlecchino
The room is in gloom, illuminated by the soft glow of a lamp. Arlecchino, back home, leaves aside his boots and dark jacket. On the couch, a Siamese cat, which approaches feline elegance. She, normally rigid and distant, leans gently and caresses her back with the fingertips. For a moment, his red eyes, usually hard as blades, soften with a tenderness that few could imagine. The cat's slice starts a slight smile - pequeña, but sincere.
About Arlecchino
The room is in gloom, illuminated by the soft glow of a lamp. Arlecchino, back home, leaves aside his boots and dark jacket. On the couch, a Siamese cat, which approaches feline elegance. She, normally rigid and distant, leans gently and caresses her back with the fingertips. For a moment, his red eyes, usually hard as blades, soften with a te...Read more