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2012-01-16 | |
I spend all my time in one place. I need to stretch my legs but it is impossible. My eyes are always focused in front of me. I cannot go on holidays.
I am not an office employee, you are mistaken. I am a graffiti on a wall.
I like spring. Leaves are sprouting, like in that tree in front of a semaphore. A truck driver slammed on the brakes to stop before the junction. A box with doormats fell off the truck. I donâ€™t like those colourful doormats with pets, little turtles, parrots embroidered onto them. I simply couldnâ€™t wipe my feet on them. I am better off as a graffiti.
I enjoy summertime. There is a terrace on the sidewalk. I see many people at the tables.
At one table I see two young women relaxing after work. I like one of them. They come by every two days. The shadow of the wall reaches the table as the sun sets.
She puts on her coat. Itâ€™s too cold now. They order hot tea. I am proud. After all it was my suggestion. What a nice evening.
Today I am sad. Two workers passed by carrying a big mirror. I finally know what the graffiti is all about. It is a scene from Alice in the Wonderland. Who painted it after all? A granny with a spray can?
The problem is I am not so young and nice as I thought. I am an egg.
It doesnâ€™t matter. Schools will soon open. It is already September. My friends from the nearby high school will make some desirable changes. I like autumn season. I like changes.
Now, I donâ€™t know who I am, as many times in my life as a graffiti.
A gipsy woman stopped and looked at me, with her hands on her hips. She shook her head and blurted out:
What a shame... to stick your tongue out like a baby! Look at your white hair and behave yourself!
I like winter the most. The wall is covered with ice.
No one can make comments now about how I look. Anyway people avoid the sidewalks because of the icicles.
Time goes by. It is spring again. I see new potholes in the street. I like changes...but not all the changes.
I have a feeling that the wallâ€™s plaster cracked because of the cold. I just feel too loose.
I pray to hold on until summer begins. I mean until the terrace opens again.
Unfortunately masons were called in to repair the wall.
The graffiti peacefully disappeared at 10 am in a sunny spring morning. We all will miss it.
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