domenica 18 marzo 2012

I LOST MY SELF


Usually, it is for a passport, a driving licence, an ID, a VISA application.
We never like ourselves. We know it's our own image we will be looking at the most often: maybe this is what frightens us.
We close the curtain. We fix the stool, we pay attention to the outline of the head in front of us, making sure it matches our own head.
We check the curtain, again. Then we insert the coins.
Three. Two. One.
What face should I show? Should I smile? Should I be serious?
Flash
Let it dry, pay attention not to put your fingers on it. Wave it, as much as you want.
But that's not always like that.
Because at times, someone gets lost.

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