Windows

...windows...we are looking onto the world from our own and strange windows, we're thinking about our facade much, we repair, we colour, we even clean that glass to make it clearer in order to look onto the world from our clean and strange windows..in order to find similarities and any sense, find love... What is behind that wall, behind your facade, what books and authors are living on your dusty shelves?..what a mess is there in your crazy thoughts and manners? Why you take your best dress while going out..? Isn't it the time to come in?..