Max Jacob


Pablo Picasso. Portrait Of Max Jacob

par Pablo Picasso                                

The beggar woman of naples

When I lived in Naples there was always a beggar woman at the gate of my palace, to whom I would toss some coins before climbing into my carriage. One day, surprised at never being thanked, I looked at the beggar woman. Now, as I looked at her, I saw that what I had taken for a beggar woman was a wooden case painted green which contained some red earth and a few half-rotten bananas …

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Happy bananas!

Jose (Jose Angel Araguz)


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