CATALAN
chatter boxes CABAYOL
In the world of communication we are several possibilities for dialogue. We can create it with words and languages, but also with gestures, glances, smiles, touches, tones of voice, and silences. The women even have the ability to voice whispered half the official lies, and the necessary routine of each day, also suffer from speech escarransida lifeless days.
light and a light box Cabayol subtly change our painful silence, speaks bluish tones of reality set in and the melancholy of his works Sunday afternoon will be the happiness of being sad. Some garlic
not tell us anything, but we'll have a nose if the same span of garlic dazzle our home as a spark of light. What we can not do is find the meaning of life or our inextricable doubts on the realism of the paintings of Joseph M. Cabayol. Lovers of art filled to overflowing its refined taste and I that "I do" an intrusion into the world of art and I like the exhibitionism of writing I can find these pictures that come to me because of nose an opportunity to quit my addiction to cola-cao, why? I do not know but the fact is that when I contemplate a roll with its language bufec \u200b\u200brelief. A box
Cabayol be a view that when we come home to visit uncomfortable, makes us wink and make us sit and chat with the relative or friend to watch the disturbing presence of our stuff piled up, and gives the push to start a conversation with the concept of "white". This color chosen by Josep M. Cabayol oozes through time, the white limestone walls of the houses in the Mediterranean is the same white snow that falls silently, is the same color of goodness is the same color choice for girls age getting married and is the same color of the sheets of a writer like me who now goes down the tent of this article because it would create a written atrotinat and crumpled.
ITALIANO DEI
CHIACCHIERANDO SQUARE DI CABAYOL
siamo nel mondo della comunicazione di di borders allowed a diverse dialogue. Possiamo crearlo non soltanto con parole e lingue, ma anche con dei management, sguardi, Tatti, toni di voce, e silences. We women who even have the ability to mutter under his breath the official lies, and the required daily for each day, we suffer the days of battered term mean.
The light and the glow of a painting by Josep Maria Cabayol subtly change our painful silence, we will talk about the shades of reality fixed on the melancholy of his works and Sunday afternoons will be the happiness of being sad.
Some heads of garlic do not tell us anything, but you'll be amazed if they light up our home in the way of the sparks of light. What we can not do is look for the meaning of life or our existential doubts on the realism of paintings by Josep M. Cabayol. Art lovers will fill the last drop of their taste nice and I'm doing that slowly dive into the world of exhibitionism and I like writing, you can find in these paintings that I pass under the nose an opportunity to stop my addition to the Cola-Cao (cocoa and milk), why? l 'I do not know, but the case is that when I contemplate throwing them through their language a breath of liberation.
A framework Cabayol can be a look that, when we come home to visit uncomfortable, there winks and gives us an opportunity to start chatting with a relative or friend who looks at the disturbing presence of our items piled up, and urges us to begin a conversation with the concept "white". This color chosen by Josep Maria Cabayol oozes through the ages, the white limestone walls of the houses of the Mediterranean and the white snow that falls silently, is the same color of goodness, is the same color chosen by the girls who are age to get married and is the same color of the leaves of a writer who, like me, is now pulling down the curtain of this article because I do not want to create a written squandered and lost.
light and a light box Cabayol subtly change our painful silence, speaks bluish tones of reality set in and the melancholy of his works Sunday afternoon will be the happiness of being sad. Some garlic
not tell us anything, but we'll have a nose if the same span of garlic dazzle our home as a spark of light. What we can not do is find the meaning of life or our inextricable doubts on the realism of the paintings of Joseph M. Cabayol. Lovers of art filled to overflowing its refined taste and I that "I do" an intrusion into the world of art and I like the exhibitionism of writing I can find these pictures that come to me because of nose an opportunity to quit my addiction to cola-cao, why? I do not know but the fact is that when I contemplate a roll with its language bufec \u200b\u200brelief. A box
Cabayol be a view that when we come home to visit uncomfortable, makes us wink and make us sit and chat with the relative or friend to watch the disturbing presence of our stuff piled up, and gives the push to start a conversation with the concept of "white". This color chosen by Josep M. Cabayol oozes through time, the white limestone walls of the houses in the Mediterranean is the same white snow that falls silently, is the same color of goodness is the same color choice for girls age getting married and is the same color of the sheets of a writer like me who now goes down the tent of this article because it would create a written atrotinat and crumpled.
ITALIANO DEI
CHIACCHIERANDO SQUARE DI CABAYOL
siamo nel mondo della comunicazione di di borders allowed a diverse dialogue. Possiamo crearlo non soltanto con parole e lingue, ma anche con dei management, sguardi, Tatti, toni di voce, e silences. We women who even have the ability to mutter under his breath the official lies, and the required daily for each day, we suffer the days of battered term mean.
The light and the glow of a painting by Josep Maria Cabayol subtly change our painful silence, we will talk about the shades of reality fixed on the melancholy of his works and Sunday afternoons will be the happiness of being sad.
Some heads of garlic do not tell us anything, but you'll be amazed if they light up our home in the way of the sparks of light. What we can not do is look for the meaning of life or our existential doubts on the realism of paintings by Josep M. Cabayol. Art lovers will fill the last drop of their taste nice and I'm doing that slowly dive into the world of exhibitionism and I like writing, you can find in these paintings that I pass under the nose an opportunity to stop my addition to the Cola-Cao (cocoa and milk), why? l 'I do not know, but the case is that when I contemplate throwing them through their language a breath of liberation.
A framework Cabayol can be a look that, when we come home to visit uncomfortable, there winks and gives us an opportunity to start chatting with a relative or friend who looks at the disturbing presence of our items piled up, and urges us to begin a conversation with the concept "white". This color chosen by Josep Maria Cabayol oozes through the ages, the white limestone walls of the houses of the Mediterranean and the white snow that falls silently, is the same color of goodness, is the same color chosen by the girls who are age to get married and is the same color of the leaves of a writer who, like me, is now pulling down the curtain of this article because I do not want to create a written squandered and lost.
TEXT: MERCEDES Lazaro
PINTURA: JOSEP MARIA CABAYOL
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