On a street was a house,
being made with precision of its architect,
and sweat of its workers,
a total mix of culture and mordern art,
everything was going fine until,
a worker slipped some stairs,
and the paints in his hands spilled over,
nobody saw the pain in his eyes,
just saw the paint that fell messing everything,
when the houses owner came he didn't see the pain,
but scolded the worker for the plunderous mistake,
his eyes...