The moment, the light, my great friend working on his work while I watched him.
The column separating the teacher from the student in a space so large and at the same time so small, a moment of inspiration.
The moment, the light, my great friend working on his work while I watched him.
The column separating the teacher from the student in a space so large and at the same time so small, a moment of inspiration.
And while life goes by, that column with a thousand layers of paint, that witnessed my days at school, that cold metal, forgotten, ignored and that nevertheless has absorbed the life of so many people who passed through those classes, so many words , so many laughs, so many punishments, so many people, so much life...