Don’t cry staring at a wall.
Demons are watching you:
have carved an abyss
But they don’t push you down.
They are scrutinizing you,
watchfulness.
Maybe they are thinking something.
Maybe nothing.
Perhaps silence is their quacking.
Therefore, it is not true that the Universe,
Filling up like a balloon,
Was born only by chance,
While the God of emptiness cried ideas
On the beardless face of an unserviceable atom?
Don’t cry,
my blood friend,
Staring at a wall to pull down…
You may find yourself pregnant with a world,
And with the God of Battalions too tired
To make himself a father again,
son reluctantly,
And wireless telegraph,
Among those who cry staring at a wall,
And who observes,
watchful,
An immense crowd of dissenters.
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Brief historical note on the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem
The Wailing Wall holds immense historical and religious significance in Jerusalem. The structure is a remnant of the ancient wall that once surrounded the Second Temple, which the Romans destroyed in AD 70. The Wall is made of limestone and is about 19 meters high, with one part visible above ground and the rest extending below street level.
Visitors worldwide flock to the Wailing Wall to pray, reflect, and leave notes written in its cracks. It is considered the holiest site in Judaism, as it is believed to be closest to where the Holy of Holies was once located in the Temple.
The Wall’s unique structure and historical context symbolize resilience and faith for Jewish people worldwide. Its significance and aura of spirituality continue to attract pilgrims and tourists seeking a connection to Jerusalem’s rich history.
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