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Has everyone told their story about the last time they could see, asked the old man with the black eyepatch, I'll tell you mine, if there is no one else, said the unknown voice, If there is, he can speak after you, so fire away, The last thing I saw was a painting...
...it was a picture of a cornfield with crows and cyprus trees and a sun that gave the impression of having been made up of the fragments of other suns, Sounds like a Dutch painter... |
...but there was a drowning dog in it, already half submerged, poor creature, In that case it must be a Spanish painter, before him, no one has ever painted a dog in that situation, after him no other painter had the courage to try. |
...and there was a cart laiden with hay, drawn by horses and crossing a stream, Was there a house on the left, Yes, Then it was by an English painter |
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And there were some men eating, There have been so many lunches, afternoon snacks and suppers in the history of art, that this detail itself is not enough to tell us who was eating, There were thirteen men altogether, ah, then it's easy... |
There was also a naked woman with fair hair, inside a conch that was floating on the sea, and masses of flowers around her, Obviously Italian... |
And there was a battle...there were corpses and wounded men...And
a horse stricken with terror, With its eyes about to pop out of their sockets, Exactly, Horses are like that, and what other pictures were there in your painting, Alas, I never managed to find out, I went blind just as I was looking at the horse. Fear can cause blindness, said the girl with the dark glasses... |
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