A MODERN TIME'S ASCETIC

Let’s take a further step, let’s take a walk along the some other avenues; the ones which corners have some dubious reputation for the general public. Styling the alternative way, with paper hats, dressing unprocessed fibers treated with archaic dyes. This afternoon there is some communion between the right and the left side, working on ambivalence. I vote for pouring a drop of pragmatism in the glass of idealism, respecting the rules walking on the wild side, be abandoned to the excess on pleasing, while also mixing some kind of delicate assertiveness. Showing off the interior rags with the same pride as first line brands, let’s people to start talking. Who is the mad man making me sighing for him? The one that belongs to a race in the verge of extinction, polyhedron shaped, interplanetary, if I am allowed to say. Come on and let’s take a romantic walk into the jungle, because we are afraid of no beast other than the neighbor. Oh yes, the apparently regular citizen, that scary creature that, protected from curious eyes, practices a mix of boredom with a complete glossary of perversions. You can call me Holy Mary, I would say you wouldn’t be far wrong, but a spiced one indeed, a modern time’s ascetic sybarite planning on how to make her way, for so long yearn, to the definitive break. B_Nour