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Special Breakfast I've mastered this game since my birth and for almost 25 years it's so dear to me to fold up my loneliness and use it instead of pillow… I've walked along uneasy pathways and met men of different sizes having different sexual trends… fooling around…different religions… Now all of them are sleeping in the arms of my memories, and it's of no importance with whom they are sleeping now, the only important thing is my blanket which is perfect and warm enough… I've learned to drink my loneliness, as if a cup of natural juice, since my childhood, when I was shaking the colored story-books, believing that the heroes would pour out and be a part of a play… Laid upon the Arabian couch I'm enjoying le café de Paris, while thoughts are knocking on the gates of my brain, reminding that so many men are thinking of me right now in different countries, But I consider each of them as a joujou and go on folding my loneliness, using it instead of pillow… Every night the Night makes love with everyone until dawn, but here, in my room, he always sleeps and the boredom flows out from his shut eyelids like melted ice-cream… Every morning I greet the Time-beggar beneath my window and I throw my Dream-coins onto its wet palm While the same old woman tries to wash the face of the city with a bucketful of water, my stomach starts its usual fight with the world: it's time for breakfast. I know the rules of this game so well, and it's typical for me to drink my loneliness, as if a cup of natural juice, at breakfast time, and, at the same time, to think about all joujous with a fake smile. Fr. jou jou - toy ©Tatevik Khurshudyan |