I drew this portrait my mother from a dream I have of my memory with her.
In my dream she is calling for me 'Pablo, Pablo - come here my baby Pablo. I waiting here for you all this time'.
I see she is living in my dream by the sea. Pablo never visit the sea. This my big big dream since when my mama wipe snot my nose when bambino.
In my dream I run toward her but it very hard and each time I look up she get small and small more. The orange earth suck off my feet and then my leg until I can only crawl like old painted jungle crab.
I cry and cry and cry so hard I wake up in very wet bed.
Now, at night I would like to be taking a small boat to bed with me. If I do I believe one day I will travel quick more to my mamma, on fast running water my tears they make.
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I will let you know if I find her. If you see her one day, please remind her come visit her Pablo.
I am missing her very much.
1 comment:
What a sad story Pablo, like your portrait though. Looks like she misses you too.
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