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if I say she was beautiful in her
                                        :
                   immobility. Stylish, gloomy, without
                   the right to say a word                        ,                 ,
                                               .
                        I stand nearby             half-naked       .
                   contrasting Not an exhibit but almost                                      ,
                                                              ,
                                                                    ,
                   curator of this small exhibition
                                           .
                   Control             not only over the form but also
                                                                                   .
                   over the frame around it                                    ,
                   When the display was freed, I was too
                                                      .
                   stuck to it                             for about thirty
                                                                       ,
                   minutes. Just to take a couple of pictures                                 .

                   To be honest, I can't sit still                                     .        .
                                            :
                   This isn't for me
                                       .
                       When everyone scatters to their own worlds
                   some to the forest, some to the sea, some in chains
                                                                                     I
                                                           ,
                                     ,
                   remain On my terrace Inside my
                   thoughts And next to               those whom I never
                                                                     .
                                  .
                   forget       . .                    ,
                        My slaves

                   While someone is looking for pearls, I keep an eye
                                        .
                   on           t                                ,                             ,
                   that my boys are okay                                              .
                                  a
                                    h
                                       t
                   Maybe they are silent Maybe they seem
                   inconspicuous background among all these
                                                        .
                              ,
                                                                     ,
                   transformations of show displays and outfits
                   But I always keep them in my field of                                       .
                                                                  ,
                                               ,
                   vision They chose to give themselves to me                              .
                                                                            and
                   thus

                   they deserve not oblivion but participation
                   I don't yell at them. I don't make a scene. I
                                                                                   .
                                                               ,
                                                                                     .
                                                    .







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