| Digital Art / Drawings / People | ©2012-2013 =Raajeyah |

"Sometimes he talks, in his backcountry words, full of emotion, about death, and how it makes us repent, and how surely there are miserable people in the world, about exhausting work, and about saying goodbye and how it tears your heart. In the dives where we used to get drunk, he would cry when he looked at the people around us - cattle of the slums. He used to pick up drunks in the dark streets. He had the pity of a brutal mother for little children. - He went around with all the sweetness of a little girl on her way to Sunday school. He pretended to know all about everything, business, art, medicine. - And I always went along with him, I had to!"
"A veces habla, en una especie de jerga enternecida, de la muerte que obliga a arrepentirse, de los desdichados que ciertamente hay, de los trabajos fatigosos, de las separaciones que desgarran el corazón. En los tugurios donde nos emborrachábamos, lloraba al considerar a quienes nos rodeaban, rebaño de la miseria. Levantaba del suelo a los borrachos, en las calles negras. Sentía por los niños la compasión de una mala madre.
- Se marchaba con ternuras de niña de catequesis. - Fingía estar al corriente de todo: comercio, arte, medicina. - Yo lo seguía, ¡así ha de ser!"
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