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Excuse me. I'm sorry,
I don't want to disturb anyone.
Forget about me for a moment.
I want to make way for more essential things.
It happens, for instance,
that I have always been impressed by shoes:
like olives they are so vain,
and as arrogant as a pharmacy;
and even though I don't really agree
sometimes it seems to me
they are the only things of value strolling down the street.
They have as much personality as a furniture store;
they go so many places,
ignoring too many things along the way;
it terrifies me not to know what they are thinking.
Their lives are so interesting!
Some other day
when I have more paper
I will reappear on another page
and speak to you
about the theory of the shoelaces.
Thank you very much. |
