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*They have no name.
Though they aren´t nameless.
My discretee thoughts about shadows.
walking inside-out the rooms.
Stuffed material for the dreams.
warming the window panes with victories.
Beauty inside of the throat,
mumbling desires unknown.
Beauty outside the walls,
telling stories of deception.
In the inverted V of that victory,
the pennyless counting of time,
as when telephones lines are crowdy…
and we have to go..and listen to Silence.
So lightly punished for their pride.
So empty as a gateless heaven.
Companions for a city nightmare…
civilized and cold to imagination.
I cannot hear their tiptoes,
nailed to the water pavement,
though their heaving breasts,
move as curtains of feathers.
A Dance as lights creating densities.
What a fantasy!.
The fashion lab…
Flickering as a luring for being…"someone".
Crowds of Shadows, waiting to rest…
upon a a golden morning.
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This image has been created by the blending of my own stock photographies using digital tools for its composition.