LIKE NO OTHER, HE KEPT REINVENTING HIS ART. AND NO LESS HIMSELF.
WHAT REMAINED CONSTANT WAS HIS SPIRIT OF INGENUITY. HIS HUMOR. HIS SUPERSTITION.
AND HIS FEAR MALICIOUS HANDS COULD ABUSE HIS HAIR FOR BLACK MAGIC AND VOODOO.
NO ONE ELSE BUT EUGENIO ARIAS, HIS SPANISH BARBER AND FRIEND, WAS TO TOUCH HIS HEAD.
ON THE FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF PICASSO´S DEATH,
ARIAS TAKES OVER ONCE AGAIN,
POISED TO OUTWIT DELUSION.
CAN YOU HEAR THEM LAUGH?
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