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                                                                Невидими страсти,

                                                                изгризана нежност,

                                                                превърнали се в

                                                                бели стихове,

                                                                роят смразяващи

                                                                признания, неистини.

                                                                Никой не посмя,

                                                                не извика,

                                                                Бертолучи - не ме кани

                                                                на кастинг, не съм

                                                                твоят "Конформист".

                                                                Ухааа, а после,

                                                                изстинала съвест,

                                                                самотна тайна, нагон... 

                                                                И малко надежда.