I must apologize, Patrice A, for my delay in making my participation in this DC to which she invited me. But really, I was short on time. Though, I wrote this text on Friday, I had no time to draw something about it until today.
You told me: Roberto, what do I do with this old yours coat?
I give it someone ?
I throw it away?
No, my love, in this old coat, there are hundreds of shared moments with you.
In one pocket it's the money that I did not have when we go through difficult times.
In another pocket, was the handkerchief which I dried your tears when you were sad.
On their sleeves, it's the tenderness of your arms when you grabbed my arm to cross a street.
On his shoulders the scent of your hair.
On his back the fragrance of the grass when we lay looking at the stars.
And throughout its texture, the smell of wood, voices, singing of birds, the sound of the waves, crickets, wind among the pines, the sound of water of the river, and the winter sun...
Do not throw it, do not give it away, that would be like putting within oblivion one part of my life
This week the host is Patrice A. go there to see all the wonderful artist playing this game!