The son - Guinea Bissau
He ran away, staggering naked, between chickens, pumpkins and chops.
I was making small jumps because I was in a hurry.
He came to where his mother was, sitting in front of the kitchen.
He climbed into her, settled as well as the hurry and hunger allowed it.
He looked for his chest, closed his eyes and started eating.
The mother barely moved and kept peeling vegetables.
Pepe Navarro
