Die Brücke

Between two shores, the bridge rises, a breath of steel and stone, uniting what the river separates.

A silent witness to footsteps and shadows, to stories told to the wind, to stolen kisses at dusk, and dreams that cross to the other side.

Its arches embrace the sky, like arms reaching toward eternity, and in its silence, it holds the echo of a thousand souls that have passed through.

The bridge neither asks nor judges; it’s just a suspended path, between farewell and reunion.

And so, in its stillness, the bridge becomes a symbol of what connects us and what, despite everything, we never leave behind.