The pictures represent the poem ´´Abuelita Magic´´
The new mother cries with her baby in the still desert night, sits on the dirt floor of the two-room house, rocks the angry bundle tears sliding down her face.The abuelita wakes, shakes her head, finds a dried chile, slowly shakes the wrinkled pod so the seeds raddle.
The abuelita ts. ss. ts. ss gray haired shaman ts. ss, ts. sscures her two children with sleep. ts. ss