It takes more than beautiful colors, on Cubism art, to look through the soul of an insensitive heart. Big dreams and a curious mind, he was Pablo Picasso, one of a kind.
The world had never seen art quite like this. And yet refused to believe, the power of his deadly kiss.
Hidden in his abstract art, laid the pieces of her broken heart.
Happiness was hard to find, even after his fifth wife. He was Pablo Picasso, one of a kind.
He did not become a general. He did not become the pope. With a gifted hand, unlike any other man. He became Pablo Picasso, like he knew he can.