Mona Lisa *

Click- click-click,
The flashes turn on,
A lot of photographers
Black, white and yellow,
Look at Mona Lisa.
Railing around her,
Far in the ten meters,
Who dressed her in Deterioration?
Who put her in a frame?
Click-click-click,
The flashes turn on again,
Big trouble,
Click-click, click
British, Russians, Spaniards,
Look at Mona Lisa.
You make right to see her,
You make left to see her,,
You do not know where to stay put,
To anticipate the view.
Click-click-click,
Flushes turn on  again,
You feel the chills in your body,
How many miles,
They put on, to see Mona Lisa?
But why they look from far away,
Da Vinci’s work?
So much they read,
And they know the substance?
Now you don’t hear
Click-click-click
They stopped,
It’s a long silence,,
You look at me,
And I look at you,.
The flash is prepared for you,
You the only one for me,
And only my flash going on,
For my own my own… Mona Lisa!

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