Two monsters walking down the hill.
Alike but not exactly the same.
In the middle of the green, pure, hard, heavy volumes come up from the ground.
Concrete levels cross them both.
Embrasures pull them apart.
There are no frames.
They hide themselves and get lost in the transparency of dimension.
One day curtains will shelter lifes that will drop by.
In that very day architecture will become bigger.
Lisbon, March 27, 2009-03-30