Telebe

A lovely stone has fallen on top of me. It's made of asphalt. I've seen stones like this before. I wonder who will take this stone. But no one is willing to take it. My eyes are stuck on the stone. I've never taken my eyes off anything else since. The stone has become a burden to me. I say to myself, someone has to take this lovely stone. But no one finds it. From here to there, stones are brought...