Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Save it for a rainy day



Casi todas las noches, me siento con mi cuaderno y mi rotu a garabatear, respirando, relajandome y pensando en todas las cosas pendientes que pululan por mi cabeza. Pienso en que hoy no he llamado a mi amama para ver si ya ha vuelto a ser completamente ella, entera, sólida y mayor; en que todavía Gonzalo no ha llamado para decirme que por fin ha sido padre por primera vez; en que me ha visitado mi primo Unai, el que se va a dar la vuelta al mundo en solitario a vela y que es tan apasionado y despegado, pero lleva unos zapatos feísimos; pienso en que por fin puedo cambiar el sofa, pero no acabo de decidirme... soy tan indecisa; en que necesito sacar tiempo para leer el libro de Murakami ya que los dos relatos que he leìdo me han dejado anhelando empezar el siguiente (¿cómo se puede ser tan bueno?); pienso en que me gustaría ir a Londres y Nueva York, pero ¿cuando?; en que las niñas tienen que ir al teatro al día siguiente y estarán excitadísimas; en que tengo que comprar maquillaje; en que tengo que poner un cartel al coche para venderlo; en tantas cosas... mientras dibujo unas líneas.




Almost every night I sit with my sketchbook in my lap and my marker in my hand and draw, breathing, relaxing and thinking of all the things left undone. I think of my grandma, that I haven't phoned her to check if she's coming round to her real self, whole, solid and old; of my cousin Unai, who's come to visit me and who'll be racesailing around the world just by himself, so passionate and volatile, who was wearing awful shoes; I think of my friend Gonzalo, who hasn't called yet, so that means he's not a brand new fatherof a babygirl; I think of finally changing the house sofas... but I cannot make up my mind; of taking some time to keep reading the new Murakami (how can anybody be that good?); of travelling to New York or London, which I miss, but when?; of my little girls who are going to a theatre play tomorrow and will be so excited; of buying some make-up; of putting an ad to the car to sell it; in so many other things... While I draw a few lines.


And I think of Itxaso, who likes butterflies and has chosen a new path in her life. This is for her.




Y pienso en mi prima Itxaso, a la que le gustan las mariposas y que ha elegido un nuevo camino. Le deseo lo mejor. Este es para tí.



There were no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows and save them for a rainy day. -Tom Waits.

10 comments:

Stardust said...

Such a beautiful pictures! Enjoyed my first visit here a lot. Greetings from Helsinki, it's not raining, but snowing here.. Second time of sledging this winter.. or is it PRIMAVERA already? (Love that word!)

Raquel said...

Es eso para lo que necesitamos los blogs, para evadirnos de nuestro día a día...y si además es vía unos dibujos tan bonitos, mucho mejor

Mallinkowa said...

I also like Murakami. Beautiful photos. Have a nice day!

mansuetude said...

i love what you wrote--its rhythmic and intimate; inspiring.

Mary-Laure said...

Cada vez que veo tus dibujos me quedo muda con admiracion... Son tan sencillos y tan expresivos.

flora said...

I love the girl covering her eyes...
Your lineworks are so pretty! xo :)

lusummers said...

thankyou for your comments on my blog...your line drawings are beautiful!
the 'samplers' for the face painting works really well, i hadn't done any for a while and the drawing reminded me what to do :) ahhhh...i've just had another email and i can see you've left another comment...of to read it!

Ciara said...

Those quiet moments are the ones where lots of stuff gets sorted, ideas teased out, or maybe just let drift out. It's the me time that every Mama should have, every night. Feed your soul...
And such sweet drawings to feed ours. Thank you.

Christine said...

I like your drawings, and your words too. So gentle and soft, makes me fell calm and smiling.
I tagged you for a corner of your workspace. I hope you'll want to play (you can see more info on my blog)
:) -C

Esti said...

Once again, thank you all!