the maid came to her room wednesday morning found a pistol lying by her side for thirteen years she kept her fires burning lost in pictures no place left to hide jaqueline s gone to pablo jaqueline s gone to pablo alone too long the night became her lover she knew that he d been waiting all this time with dreams and magic pictures to uncover now that all that earthly sadness was behind jaqueline s gone to pablo jaqueline s gone to pablo people go to galleries in europe to wonder and to feel picasso s soul jaqueline s gone to pablo jaqueline s gone to pablo jaqueline s gone to pablo jaqueline s gone to pablo