<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Being the Monna Lisa. Exclusive.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you think it would be fun to be famous, <br>sit in for me for a day. And be cured.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fame...builds you up<br>then drains you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Celebrity’ – the very word<br>has built-in obsolescence..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then you have to appear in<br>cheap TV shows to keep it up..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At least back in Milan<br>we knew what mattered and what didn’t.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I sit here all day, have my eyes damaged<br>by cell-phone flash; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but worst of all - the faces; <br>gawping gormless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At least when you’re a film star<br>you know what they want from you: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">your fame, your handsomeness, your beauty, <br>your wealth, your power over men or women; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with me, they don’t know what they want: <br>who wants a mysterious smile for themselves? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m just a package with the Eiffel Tower; <br>the Taj Mahal of France.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faces, idiot faces. All day long.<br>I’m drained by evening, long for pasta.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If Len were still around, I’d ask<br>to have him paint dark glasses on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And BTW, I didn’t look like this<br>when he first painted me..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">all the first mothers in Milan<br>knew exactly what was on my mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">all those hours in the studio; yes, <br>the rest was nice during pregnancy; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you think of how it’s going to be; <br>your hopes for him.. or her..; how it will turn out; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how stable the Italian state will be; <br>who’ll be ruling Milan then..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">every pregnant girl knows<br>exactly what my smile meant; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but after all these years of being stared at, it's gone<br>sad; withdrawn; but half-forgiving –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it means – I’ve had enough…<br>steal me, someone! Len, love –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for holy Botox’ sake -<br>give me a nip-and-tuck..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the price of fame was ever<br>far too high; and you may quote me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459618" data-title="Being the Monna Lisa. Exclusive. de Michael Shepherd" data-description="If you think it would be fun to be famous, sit in for me for a day. And be cured. Fame...builds you up then drains you. ‘Celebrity’ – the very word has built-in obsolescence.. then you have to appear in cheap TV shows to keep it up.. At..."></div> </div> </div>

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