Marcos was an accomplished painter who had given up on love and had decided that he was going to grow old and maybe wise but being wise was not guaranteed after what he had just experienced.

His parents were his bench mark for love and marriage he held his life up to, his mum was always trying to find him the “one”, his dad knew his wife meant well but couldn’t stop herself.

He knew he loved painting and could often dream in colour, he dreamt about fairies, sandy beaches, the circus and other wonderful things but one constant in his dreams was something he would never be able to tell anyone about, or they would definitely have the men in white coats with strait jackets come and bundle him in the back of an ambulance or ensure he had no sharp knives around to do a Van Gogh.

Was he going mad or does love make you crazy? Queen said it right in “Crazy little thing called love”.

Come and see what or who Marcos was going crazy for.

Would you hold out for the love of your life, do you even believe there is only one person for you?