but she brings only sadness
On the top of one of Jerusalem's hotels, they are preparing a canopy
The sun is setting,
beautiful women, high stilettos, bought in Europe or perhaps
the U.S.A.
maybe even Mamilla
Dresses made of satin, silk or viscose
scent of cuisine and perfumes
appetizers
The ceremony begins and the canopy opens, with a kosher Rabbi
and a kosher Bride
After they will ascend to the Western Wall, they will depart the land
go back to their imaginary protected Jewish Bourgeoisie
with the Western Wall in the background, the wedding photos will prepare the hearts of generations to come
Atop the hotel roof, they cannot see nor hear
The city Jerusalem
Her people are as shadows of ghosts
and maybe even some of them are still getting onto the buses to reach their destination
alas they are all gone
and those who were left behind became ghosts
We have vowed to consider Jerusalem as our highest joy,
With no Jerusalem
There is no joy
Big city
Divided
Sad
Jerusalem is in our hands
The hands are getting tired
