Notes and Scrawlings

A day in the life...


My best friend wrote me a poem today.
To be more specific, she drew a picture of a character of mine and set it to a poem. The character is a little mutt-dog laying on the ground with his chin on his arm - looking over his shoulder. The poem - as my friend told me - was actually a school assignment. "It's about you" She said.

Backing up, this friend is named Rudy. She's my best friend of all time. We're both artists and so we'll write/draw things for each other as gifts.

The poem is as follows:

Un lobo con color tan claro,
Que apesar de su aspecto
nunca esta desolado.

Yo conosco a este lobo inocente y alegre
que nunca es cruel, nunca es rebelde.
Que aunque todos esten encontra de este
el nunca deja, de ser inocente.

Durmiendo despierto,
anda rondando,
de arriba para abalo,
se la pasa imaginando.

Siempre lo veo
a este lobo andando
por su mundo rodando
e imaginando.


That all roughly translates out to:

A purely colored wolf
that appears with the aspect
that they are never desolate

I know this wolf - cheerful and innocent
never cruel, never rebellious.
That though everything may be against it
it never fails to be innocent.

Sleeping peacefully,
it is free,
to open its mind,
to places of imagination.

I always see it,
see this peaceful wolf
in it's created world
of pure imagination.


- TheTeenageArtist