The
Wall
At
9pm on the 9th of November
1989
I
was standing outside, facing
the
tree on the southern
corner
of my
home
born quarter – one
dog
on my right side, probably
licking
stuff and
no
dog on the left side cause
by
the time, I only had
one
– me hiding in the shadow's
focal
point of a traffic speed
limit
sign, wondering
whether
my neighbor had eventually
noticed
it when
he
crashed his motorbike
and
him self – luckily
no
body else -
becoming
from then on what
used
to be called
deficient
– Oh I remember him alright
two
legs and two arms
reaching
for the
sky
– for the rest of his life
wearing
the curse of
his
dead arm
and
we would swear
to
know exactly
where
– blood stained on the
big
white school wall
broken
pieces of metal
and
tire still pierced
all
around – the impact
took
place
little
did I
know,
how great an achievement
approximately
at the same
time
some
thousand kms east-wise
a
much bigger
and
shameless wall
was
finally
falling back
to
the
ground.
©
2016, José Eduardo Coelho
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