Shelters
Lined on both sides of the road, naked, marble,
invisible statues. Sometimes, we hid behind them
for a few minutes, on sunny days, when the armoured
people wearing masks passed or when dust was created
by the narrow carriage, pulled by four horses, covered
with white embroidered sheets. Other times, each of us
would put on a whole statue from top to bottom, and
we’d stay motionless and hold our breath while
we observed the road up to its end as it shone
in a revealing, conniving, dead light, knowing well that
finally, the smoke of the cigarette would give us up
or a short cough or an erection.
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