Looking at the shop windows, photographing them from the street.
Often at night or at dawn.
With the only favor of the lights in the window.
This world has unfolded.
Mannequins, similar to us yet no one really looks at them.
Maybe they talk to us.
Not just heads.
Looking at the shop windows, photographing them from the street.
Often at night or at dawn.
With the only favor of the lights in the window.
This world has unfolded.
Against the wind
To be ashamed
Painters !!!
Sometimes
I can see them even if they hide.
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