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shadows | adalet garmiany : artist
Colours titillate and dissolve under the gathering storm,
languages reminiscent of no longer strange shores
resonate coyly rolling along the sharp boulders.
"Smile, my friend! Warm words are also spoken in this land."
Shadows playfully dance in the square
seeking the protective cover of swirling fabric
as, like in those fifteen minutes of a long gone time,
we can be, notwithstanding fame, for once in our own lair.
Will we ever be able to slice, hand on knife,
through those strings, thin and long lines,
that pull us, disjointly, to the whims of the puppeteer, a wry smile
curling his lips as he says: "Stop, you cannot do that!"
"
shadows : a collective performance
national refugee week
Adalet Garmiany, artist
photography/text
© Pablo Luis González 2004
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