Albicans or the brave ones

 13.08.13 Still
 Still raining.
Still thinking of one of the dearest friends of my father, who, unfortunately passed away on 6th of August. Núria Torra.
It hurts. I remember when I last visited her in the hospital.
She told me we would have a nice meal right after I would come back from Finland.
I am still in Helsinki, Finland, and it started raining few days ago just to remind me Núria died and we would never have a dinner, lunch, good interesting conversation together again.
It feels far, far away, now. But it was only two months ago when I last saw her.
It may sound irrelevant, but I want to say it: I started painting this new set of women on the very day Núria couldn't fight no more. At the time I still didn't know, though.
That's maybe why, as I advanced on the drawing of each creature face, even the colors had a different light.
However the grief, it turned out a very brave group of women, as Núria was all her life. 
I just hope I would have had the courage to tell her how much I admired her... earlier, when she could still listen to me.
Still, tonight this simple short post will be launched in the void. Maybe few of you would take the time to have a look on it and read it.
This is to celebrate life. Because once again, we are reminded of it in the most cruel way.
These women are looking after me.

Bear with me, thanks, I don't usually comment on my works.

13.08.13 Encara plou. Encara penso en una de les amigues més estimades del meu pare, que malauradament va morir el 6 d’agost. Quina pena! Recordo l’última vegada que la vaig visitar a l’hospital. Em va dir que de seguida que tornés de Finlàndia havíem d’anar a fer un bon dinar. Encara soc a Helsinki, a Finlàndia, i fa pocs dies va començar a ploure només per recordar-me que la Núria és morta i ja no podrem tornar a anar a dinar o a sopar i tenir una conversa interessant. Ara tot queda molt lluny, però només fa dos mesos que la vaig veure per última vegada. Pot semblar irrellevant, però vull dir-ho: vaig començar a pintar aquest nou grup de dones el mateix dia que la Núria ja no va poder lluitar més. Però en aquell moment jo encara no ho sabia. Potser per això, a mesura que avançava en el dibuix de cada cara d’aquelles criatures, fins i tot els colors tenien una llum diferent. I el dolor es va transformar en un grup de dones valentes, com ho va ser la Núria tota la vida. M’agradaria haver tingut el coratge de dir-li com l’admirava… abans, quan encara em podia sentir. Tot i així, aquesta nit llançaré aquest escrit senzill al buit. No sé si hi haurà ningú que tingui una estona per donar-hi un cop d’ull i llegir-lo.  Ho faig per celebrar la vida. Perquè una altra vegada se’ns mostra de la manera més cruel. Aquestes dones em cuiden.

 Tingueu paciència amb mi, gràcies.

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( Traducció al català de Manel Riera Eures) 💚

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