To Gergö, whose 30th anniversary I let slip by without wanting to. The photo is his. But I won’t pay him copyrights, just as he didn’t pay to those who lived behind that window. You can check the remainder of his fine album here.
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Look! Like your soul is hidden so that person is hiding inside
Looking back at your camera, wondering what is your motive,
Which flaw the wall could have, which yellow wasn’t painted,
Why you chose to frame the wooden window on the right.
While I only wonder what was running in your mind
When the window to your soul used a window glass
To stand aside, to look indirectly at the sun reflected on the wall,
Then reflected on your lens, thus reflecting your bright eye,
Isolating the dark window in this photo filled with light.
Which Julieta did you picture jumping into suicide?
Which Romeo whispered, ‘that’s a wall I cannot climb’?
Which dying Mercutio on your day my memory cursed?
Will you forgive the fault that I’m trying to amend tonight?
