open a door

things happen...

she gave me this

because my son was born

in san sebastian

there was my work

from 1992, on a red wall

and her mother

as basque and beautiful

as they come

she lives looking over the sea and sky

up here high in the hills

like a dream...

1 comment:

  1. I like the first picture of the woodsy cottage. It's so quaint.

    And nice poem.