The Museum Watcher
From hall to hall there is always one doorkeeper.
uniformed men sitting down on a stool.
alike a living statue at the same post.
This little man is one of them
Surrounded by greatness
is not part of anything.
Along many years he remains seated
while fixing his attention almost continuously on the passers-by
to whom he is kind of "The Invisible Man".
just waiting at least for a question
just a question that gives life to the sitting statue.
But he doesn´t expect a usual question
That would be the First "Definite Question" in many years
a question that he continually asks himself.
that of revenge in the face of so much invisibility.
The question would be
"What picture or the Museum would you like to belong to?
What character, on what canvas?"
And he secretly answers to himself because "the thoughts of an anonymous man must always remain so".
He says.
Copyright © Francisco Lopez | Year Posted 2020
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