Tuesday, December 14, 2010
The Anonymous Artist (5)
There was a hall in the alley, scented with fragments of music. The anonymous artist soothed the lacerations in her name with the compositions that glided towards her. The traitors who conspired against freedom stumbled in the darkness that swathed the alley, and with each hesitant step they took towards her, a piece of parchment swelled until it became her permanent shelter from the biographies that demanded and sought recognition. A paper mask, a music score moulded itself to her face, so the anonymous artist emerged with a protected dream and an immunity that transcended the rules of diplomacy.