This Calder painting admired at the Picasso Museum in Malaga symbolizes for me the year 2019 (unless it's all my life), although I still do not know why.
A few days of sunshine by the sea, before going for a few days to Malaga (the birthplace of Picasso), before leaving for Morocco. As Charles Aznavour said, "it seems to me that misery would be less painful in the sun". There is no doubt that nights are warmer than elsewhere during the winter, but the beauty of the place and the mild climate can not entirely hide them, the less affluent, who gather behind the supermarkets to find something to eat in the garbage.
Curl up silently
in a corner of the living room then recover from one's rubble straighten one's pants and shake off the crumbs left on the front realising one's scars in the evening
I was moving forward hesitantly
my fragile pitch throbbing
my eyes almost closed
that is how one falls
between the sky and the dark waters
in the rocks split by the trembling earth
but old women pass by
with their kind eyes
they see very far in the soul of the passers-by and
have better things to do that go away laughing
(but it took me a while to cross the road)