Corazon culpa

Chapter 9

Last night's dinner really motivated Luca. Mute men who are usually frustrated in the morning become superheroes. He went back to writing songs, playing music and painting with a brush stroke on his canvas. He admitted that his paintings were far from the abilities of other painters already on display in the gallery.

Luca's activities today will not be far from the activities evoke his old hobby. He will try singing again, starting from the basic vocal exercises a, i, u, e, o. Yes, even though he heard her voice raspy, there was at least progress compared to yesterday that there was no sound at all.

Since his father's mother didn't care anymore, his label's music company didn't either. Luca is determined to start everything from scratch. This time she's gonna start her career off the stage with me. Why be ashamed to be a ballet music accompanist, when you can be the best there is.

An hour after breakfast, five songs were made. He tried to spill his song ideas into the music. If mixed with some notes there may be a difference, especially if there is a comparison and the combination of tentunua will be very interesting and hone songwriting skills that he has mastered for years.

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"Keep walking, stance and around."

Diego kept guiding me to walk without a cane, keeping my balance by holding on to him and twisting occasionally if I was strong.

One time training, I can only walk. Twice in training, I was able to walk and keep my balance with Diego. The third exercise, I was able to twist my body, focusing on one leg that was not injured but still holding Diego's hand tightly.

Every now and then, it's okay if I hang out with him for good. I salute him, he took a day off to meet me for training.

The Sanchez family doesn't bother us. They are even happy that Spanish descendants will be different from French descendants. They would actually celebrate a massive party if it really happened.

"That's enough, Ego. I'm tired" let go of my arm around her neck. I started sweating and needed to sit for a while.

Diego ran into the kitchen. Take a glass of water, a glass of orange juice and a packet of potato chips. The groceries and drinks she brought from my kitchen cabinet would completely ruin my rest in peace.

"A glass of fresh water for you" gave a glass of water. "One glass of orange juice for the cop who dumps often and one pack of potato chips for police reasons ditching in favor of a sick ballerina."

I snatched a packet of potato chips from his hand. All at once, I pulled Diego to sit next to me. I'm sorry, if the orange juice spills a little. The juice stain on his gray pants would not be blasphemed by people unless he came out of my room and shouted that I had accidentally spilled orange juice on his pants.

"What are we going to do after a pack of potato chips runs out?" thought Diego as he chewed on potato chips.

"Exercise again," I answered taking another sloce of potato chips from the wrapper.

"Slightly bored, amor. I want us to go to town looking for a gulali. Otherwise, we're just going around in circles in town and chatting."

Diego is very good at seducing. The spoiled volume in him hasn't gone away since I first met him. Fortunately I also had a heart full of romance to accommodate his potency.

Agree. After I practice ballet once a round, I'll walk with him. A little sweat pouring out of my pores I had to wander with water full of soap. If Diego doesn't mind, he can find his shirt left in my room. I folded and I stored the fragrance in my pile of clothes in the closet. I warned him!. Don't take the wrong pieces of her clothes.

"Ego, it's your turn!." Diego looked at me wrapped in a pink towel with half wet hair.

"Belissimos. You are beautiful, amor. I didn't choose you wrong" said Diego, who was about to touch my slippery arm.

"Don't try!," put my steps back. "Go to the bathroom or I'll scream ?!."

Diego raised both his hands. She went into the bathroom and I immediately took advantage of the moment to change clothes.

Fifteen minutes later, Diego came out of the bathroom. He's still wrapped in a towel around his waist. A bit of confusion as her clothes were left behind were placed in just any place, luckily I found her on my dressing table.

I threw a casual suit at Diego. For him he sped up and immediately ran into the bathroom again.

After nourishing my lips with nude lipstick, I felt a pair of hands hugging me from behind like a belt. No need to be surprised, it's Diego, he won't do anything but wipe the messy lipstick on the edge of my lips.

"Are you ready ?."

"Yes, Ego."

I immediately held her hand and we both glided through the streets of Stockholm cheerfully. My smile continued to crack as long as she told a joke.

I told you Diego was a good fit as a comedian. Uh, he's a cop. No matter what, the name tries luck, we do not know what will happen in the future.

While on the road full of laughter, Diego and I did not manage to find cotton sugar. But, we found a gulali lollipop.

Diego is so good. He gave me a lollipop. But he himself bought tachos. Where there was Spain in the colony, that's where it was anchored.

I laughed at his habit. Diego likes to eat and walk. Then, I saw another side of Diego on my streets this time.

My cool guy took the time to visit a street painting exhibit. I'm quite impressed. His work is all cool.

From the left end to the last right end, various paintings are on display, but Diego prefers a white diamond painting surrounded by dried roses with a dark blue background surrounding it.

"Sir, I want the painting. Please wrap," point Diego at the diamond painting, the rose and the dark blue background in the center.

I'm licking my lollipop. "Why choose that one ?."

"I just like it. Anyway, yesterday was your birthday. So this is the prize." Diego gives some money in exchange for a painting from the seller. He gave me the painting.

Without any more reason and words, I immediately hugged her tightly.

As I hugged Diego, the painting dealer approached a man sitting on a bench, not far from his yard.

"Mr Spark. This is your painting sale." He gave the proceeds of sales of ornate paintings of diamonds and dried flowers to their owners.

The man in the black hat nodded. He took the sales money. Then he left the park.

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