Two Walls

Two walls, high and proud, in some places are approaching one long time, and in other places they are moving away again. Remind me this picture of me and another and this small bridge between us who is so insane and his are not very thin, there is a reality and nevertheless it is still there. We are two walls both strong and weak, and the bridge between us is visible and invisible. When we realize that there is not the part that we thought it has, then this bridge rushes and disappears. After that, there are two walls left, so close and so far, there are nevers, they are undoing themselves. When stones fall from one injury to another and so on that wall there are scars, invisible but nevertheless, when tears flow across the face and the vinegar across the wall, then it washes out all the dirty and the wall again shines in its natural beauty in its brightness. Someone may say that it is a common wall, but not … it is not … It is tall and strong, it rises to the sky, it is bathed in its colors and it is shining in the sun, tilted and refuses from stenepored it. Only time and rain that passed through the face desecrate this beauty and power. The wall will remember when the sun was mournful and when the rain was falling, they were leaving the naked eye. She leaned and refused, fought and existed, but never never fell. Years and tears will scratch her beautiful face, but what was going to be her story … and only her hidden deep in the heart of the wall … By-Adry-Jana …