It is the story that was present in the childhood of Afonso Croce, the Portuguese writer who published several works for Miscliani Publishing House. It is the story of the grandmother who kept a painter in her house for fear of the eyes that stalk him, as Afonso points out that when we all look at the lives of our ancestors, we find stories that open the door to stories. It is the story of Joseph Soros, a painter who is fascinated by the Circle; Because the circle is the first thing one draws. It is the most natural of forms, capable of containing all things, and is the womb of all forms.
The story begins with the birth of Joseph in the house of a retired colonel from the army, between a father who works as a butler, and a mother who helps him with ironing. Immediately, his chances of being adopted by the colonel increased next to his son Wilhelm, bringing them together at the table of one teacher. Soros was born a beautiful child, strong as sea water, healthy as rainwater, with a left eye resembling a waning moon, indicating that he would become an artist. And it is sad; It is unhappiness to be born an artist; Because when you look at the world, you will look at it as if you are seeing it for the first time every time. Was Source thrown high into the void and no one picked it up?
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