Jeanne Mas
les marilynes
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Nothing is easy, everything goes too fast, we search for ourselves in magazines
We only breathe aspirin and we inflate the pyramids
In bistros, on screens, machines
The grand boulevards, the small salons that depress
We imagine ourselves...we imagine ourselves... Like Marilyns
So, we are given make-up, sets, decorations colorful, feminine
Heavy accent, imperative, the price of beauty, suicide.
In bistros, on screens, machines
The large boulevards, small salons that depress
We imagine ourselves...we imagine ourselves... Like Marylins.