anyway. this is mine – this is yours. don’t dare a step.
i ask who is closing all the window shutters a long time before dawn? who draws the lines? who is hiding all the storys? who is stealing the whispers about the people who did never return? and i ask who is removing the walls of snow and who is bringing the brothers to remain violently silent while sharing their lifes? why do they stay calm when they see what they should not?
i ask questions, but the answers i get back, i can not be satisfied with. 