Two monsters walking down the hill.

One white.

One black.

Alike but not exactly the same.

Two brothers.

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                                                                                                

José Martinez