Black series man in Karaoke. The alcohol in the veins, the desire to appear, who does not want a minute of glory? Is it what I intend when painting this? At karaoke, we squeezed the veins in the neck, Sinatra sang sitting down. We sing, we scream, karaoke soothes, alcohol has its effect, the tie askew, the smell on the breath, we tune out Sinatra, Karaoke, why don't you shut up? Tomorrow I will remember, I made a fool of myself. It was not a moment of glory, it was not me. Painting, Acrylic on canvas, Neo-Expressionism,60 x 90 x 2 cm, Unique work, signed by Manuel de Mora. 2020.