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miles .

Abstract


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miles .

Abstract


Breakfast

Breakfast

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The desecration of the night,


That is done willingly 


By the morning sun,


Uncovers people without silver spoons


Shining a light on their social victory


Somewhere in the Northern France.


And what cannot pe found


Is hidden from eyes


And hands.


The maid kept the spoon well throughout the night


For the young one to be pleased with the taste 


Of the harvesting work done by servants of the sun


And worshippers of the night,


To grow up to be


Just like his father.


She moves the door,


Never so carefully,


As if not to disturb the walls


Nor the guest's presence


That the air spreads from side to side of the room.


Adults seem seem to have grown their feet 


Only to reach the ground on their own,


For the ground to take a better grasp of them.


And earth seems to darken as the time passes


And the sun falls more and more in love with its creation.


Humanly figures molded from the earth


All wonder through the same space and time


And they are put together in a room only for their eyes to discover


They all look the same.


So they wear suffering as a cloth


Only to appear as a guest


Looking for the same pain in 


Someone else's eyes as theirs.


They groom houses and people


To learn the way of living of those who they serve


Alike a maid.


They learn to look only one person in the eyes


For the rest of their life 


To hunt for new souls 


And concerns ;


Like a young mother.


They watch the world 


Bathing in bright wishes and blue


To learn how to grow up.


Through papers, bread


And drinks .


There is the presence of many others


Who are represented by their hands and work .


All of this can be witnessed, written carefully in colours and seen


In only one painting .


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