Took this photo of the kidlets and myself yesterday, 5 May 2010. I teach Marcel and Paula English every Wednesday.
After I finished with the niños yesterday I walked outside onto Balmes and saw pretty clouds and a perfect light was shining on Tibidabo. Now that the hour has changed the sun doesn't go down until 9pm. This photo was taken around that time.
Today I went to my Don Quijote class and afterward spent the rest of my day with peanut butter and jelly and Picasso. Together we sat by a window in the facultad de letras library on the Gran Via and I wrote my paper about all the women that Picasso boned in his life. He robbed their spirits and then put them on a canvas. At least he came out with some interesting stuff.
The Dream
Oh, sweet and innocent 17-year-old Marie-Thérèse. You lied to your mother so you could spend afternoons with a genius and you ended up with a dick in your face and a daughter named Maya.
1 comment:
Take it easy there kid. There's the possibility that Momma probably knew about Picasso's raging libido and may have been living vicariously through her daughter's experiences with the old lecher. I suspect that the same maternal voyeurism was also the reason that "genius" film director Roman Polansky had sex with the 14 year old that he raped in the 1970s. For some unknown reason artists always seem to get a pass for bad behavior. This is why I draw and paint with such enthusiasm. Heh Heh!
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