Pastel on cardboard cm 40x50x0,1 I take off the mask, it's my turn I don't care... everything else becomes silent I can be myself, I can say what I want I can write even just on a sheet of paper When no one is looking it's nice to unmask yourself Laugh, joke and even get angry I'm not just saying it, start showing it Everything that others shouldn't judge The curtain falls and you, it's back there that you'll be I took off the mask but you won't be able to know it! Masked identities, masks worn depending on the people in front of us. The self that always needs confirmation to move forward... I abhor this way of being, this social imposition for an apparent "quiet life" that meanwhile macerates your true being inside