Mannequin

While passing the street, in the midst of the mobs and crowds and hurried come and go, sometimes a look at a showcase catches my eyes. I suddenly slow down. I turn and look at it…
It’s only a mannequin, a lifeless mannequin…
Mannequins, eternally sentenced to living at showcases, with a cold gaze and would-be voice, seem to be the echo of relations of people who in the middle of their hasty come and go stop all of a sudden and utterly astonished to listen to their silence.
And perhaps they are human beings staring at us, we mannequins who have headed out of our homeland, the mannequin workshop, so cold and icy and grimly pass by the showcases!!!

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