Abelardo is what I call a ‘naïve soul’... He grew up without parents, raised by his grandmother who is now dead, he lives from working a small plot of land in the mountains and goes down to the village to sell the little he harvests, he finds it a bit difficult to speak, suffers from several ‘nervous tics’ and some kind of mild schizophrenia because he claims to hear voices, but when he feels confident he relaxes and is usually very kind and eloquent (as in this portrait taken when I found him on a lonely country road)... I known him since he was a child and he used to come to the village with his old grandmother and the people of the village used to give them clothes and food as help... This is a small village with some charming and sometimes a bit strange stories... :)
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