El sueño ha terminado
pero todavía queda un lugar en el que yo puedo encontrarte,
el día que yo llegue,
solamente me sentaré sobre una piedra
y esperaré a descubrir tu cara en la multitud.
Dream is over
but there is still a place where I can find you,
the day I’ll arrive,
I'll just sit on a rock,
and expect to find your face in the crowd.
Perdón amigos, les agradezco mucho, pero estos no son mis ojos.
Sorry friends, I thank you, but these are not my eyes.
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hello Roberto, you have been experimenting with fabric?
there is something very touching and innocent about those little figures, my eye was so occupied yhem that i don't immediatly saw the(your)face, than i become aware of it, surprising, like it x
are these your babies?
very cute, very touching, like Renilde said.
And is this your palace?
Ok, very interesting!
x Stefanie
are these your babies?
very cute, very touching, like Renilde said.
And is this your palace?
Ok, very interesting!
x Stefanie
Después que leí face en el primer comentario, vi la cara oculta very ocurrente.
I love it, something new I guess? I can feel your eyes...looking around!
Me gustan estas "reinvenciones" que hacés de vos mismo...
it definitely has a dreamy feel to it ... and maybe even a little spooky ... any way, interesting!
A ver, Ro...¿desde cuándo me subestimás? (jejeje) oPvio que sé que el de la foto NO sos vos... Pero no deja de ser parte muy tuya el mechar a John o los Beatles en tus cosas. Son parte de vos.
Con la "reinvención", me refería a las técnicas que usás para expresarte :)
Capisce?
Esa e mi polla!!! da costa do Río Paraná tenía que ser!!!!
eu felicitu vocé Marceliña!!!!
He visto los ojos antes...pero no se cuando...o de quien son! Tu casa? Es muy grande con un piano blanco tambien...sabes tocarlo?
this is fascinating, Roberto, I can keep looking at it, mesmerizing...
I like those little figures too. First I thought you were talking about their eyes when you said they are not yours... Those would be cute little eyes... :-)
Happy weekend!
No te olvides que llevo tu marca.
Dicho sea de paso: hoy hace 32 años que se fue John.
Hi Roberto, this is something different! The poem is very touching, so full of longing. I don't know what to think of the baby's. I like the new technique, using textile, but the sight of all these expecting silent eyes makes me shiver. I see a man remembering his childhood in an orphanage or a prison camp. Perhaps he got out and left a little brother or sister there. Now he's old, but can't forget.
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