Here you have one of my favorites!! Although born of pain, to illustrate a poem dedicated to cancer, the evil that concerns us all either directly or indirectly! The disease is represented by a branch that looks at the top of the box. The rose represents the process that is consumed slowly, the patient is like a beautiful flower that will wither while the petals fall to the ground! She is my mother, an outstanding beauty but with that stiff tone is fading pink cheeks, was fifty-seven years old when cancer took her life, but curiously nearing the end of their struggle regained girl that face, with that angelic look , and gave her smile until the last moment it masking the dull color of her lips with red lipstick. Its thinness and fragility give unmatched elegance and tears falling over her shoulder, are no more than a humble servant that cried and cried forever ...
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 16:52:21 +0000