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Homeless in a hat
2016
Oil on canvas
60х50
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I come and go,
And turn back home.
The beggar outside
Never goes away
From the parking zone;
On a concrete ledge
Under a hedge
Near a supermarket.
Mornings, evenings,
Days and nights,
With apathy
And paper cup
How to move him –
Like the Globe?
Like a train of thought?
How to change the world?
I wish he rose,
I wish he rose..
I wish he rose
And went for the lakes
For Ozerki and highways
And then be followed by all.
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Natalia Mandelshtam
Translation by Kira Usatenko
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