Cement pictures scream their presence
The wind is the only outsider allowed
A blanket of suspended legs cover the open sky
Colors multiply and then disappear in a sea of whispers
The ground trembles and sinks when the noise enters
The constant reminders tell their story
In each of them, the presence of time stops
Waiting for the newcomers, conversations run wild
Exhaustion is not welcomed
The tormented are awakened and ask to be forgotten
Permission is granted to dig the new homes
Forever present until history ends