The memory of a wall. ---------------- λ-IMG_6231_4w

Indeed, a wall with an own history and identity. Nice colors and composition.

A wall with own memory and language speaks through colours, cracks and textures.  Its porous, husky, ocre just about stammers the sunshine warmth, now the wounds.  With the sirtaki came the light green and the turquoise, timid as a fresh smooth coat but time again, ruthless, slashes sharply the solid stoic wall.  The blows from Eol peels the indigo blue layers but the wall again stands sound and firm reflecting the colours of the Cretan sea.