《天安门上的蒙娜丽莎》 (图)

《天安门上的蒙娜丽莎》 Sun, generations of the same crowds, Beijing. In the sky, an empty canvas waiting for the by-gone birds to fill its greatness and to dub the eternal noise of commotion on the ground.Between clouds and cement, your polished face remains smiling, framed, the only one smiling on such a hot day. The pedicab driver looks up at your perfect plastic contentness whenever he pedals achingly across the square for 30 years. Soldiers march under the gentle strokes of your dreamy eyes. They look small like an army of ants dressed in green. You make us feel small, insignificant and into believing there is a heaven. No more birds. Nowhere for them to perch. Rain. Sand storm. Blood. We come, gather, disperse with a fake smile. :3/11/05