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Her hair was black and pulled back in a severe, starkly dramatic coiffure. I noticed
her intense bronze-green eyes, and her slender hands with their long, tapering
fingers. The most remarkable thing about her was her extraordinary immobility.
En route it had started to rain and my hair was soaking wet. 'Just look at the poor
girl, ' Picasso said to Sabartes. ' We can't leave her in that state. ' He took me by
the arm. ' You come with me into the bathroom and let me dry your hair, ' he said.
I asked Picasso what that was. 'That's a comb for lice,' he said. 'I'd give it to you
but I don't imagine you'd have any use for it.' He ran his fingers through my hair
and parted it at the roots here and there. 'No,' he said, 'you seem to be all right in
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LibraryThing ReviewAvis d'utilisateur - bakersfieldbarbara - LibraryThing
An interesting book, but I kept wondering how Ms Gilot remembered all of what she wrote about. Did she take notes, knowing one day that she would write a book about her life with Picasso? If all of ... Consulter l'avis complet
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