It went in my mind memories of the doll .. Was not what it reminded me of my game with the children in the street that day decided to play with them .. And do not look in their eyes that set off for their words .. Because the most beautiful doll and I also clean and sorted ..Wished the children if I have the some of the absurd and chaotic like them ..
Oamadh go back to my mind, which restored to my mind was the light that radiates from the earrings and the puppet is singing If you press it .. Red light is not reassuring at all ..Especially with the lamp off .. I was doing the glow of light earrings are the best in the dark.And singing, which used to send terror into the heart of the girl child is not happy as it is supposed .. And a reflection of red light on the faces, if any .. Sense of the unity of Kars unknown ..
Grown up now .. I am a dummy .. Ornate and beautiful .. Do what you should do .. And obedient .. Reservation decisions .. Discussed in the policy .. Meet everyone with a smile .. Should also dolls in points assigned to smile .. beauty of self .. Snowy .. Shut up .. Truly worthy of envy .. But this same feeling and I with two small .. The difference with “a sense of the female” portable within the layers of the dress .. I feel no leaf flower blooming .. Silence did not bloom the flower ..
Cry of a strong inner wish to be free .. Cry solemn vote not supposed to sound .. voice comes out of my humanity, not a machine .. Sing .. Comfortable singing a creative …Forget memories of the doll’s foolish ..
Richer or write poetry .. Draw trees and human beings .. For I am, I will be for the people ..Forget the doll .. Forget the child .. Forget the beauty apparent artificial … My cry with the people they love them all hiding.
Survival of the immortal phrase: “our share of immortality is something to add to the pot All” *