Hi to everyone. How are you? I have not written in 6 months and it is six months that I have not moved from Mongoumba. What can I tell you? I am well, as the Italian song says, it is difficult to find very serious words to pass on the emotion lived with the suffering humanity of the Central African Republic. I will try to reach your hearts on the strength of images from our pigmy children of Mongoumba…
Looking without speaking… to remain in your thoughts and prayers in this time of Advent.
Light blue like you, like the sky and like the sea
Golden like the light of the sun,
Red like the way you make me feel.
…I draw grass, green like HOPE… like unripen fruit
…and now some blue, like the night
…white like its stars, with shades of yellow
…the air of MONGOUMBA can only be breathed…
…I do not have a color for storms
and with what is left I draw a flower non that it is CHRISTMAS, now that it a time of love…
Paul, Pierre, Marie, Albert
Dimanche, Pierre, François
Albert, Andre, Philippe, Guy
Marie, Terese, Marcel, Gabriel
Simone Anna Cristina Augusta…
…Merry Christmas to all!
Simone Parimbelli, CLM in CAR
