Is the sound of pain,
The echo
Inside the hollow.
Silence
Is reckless
And as resilient
As the unspoken.
Silent
As the sound of spirits,
As the emptiness
Of all crowded places.
I see silence
From my blindness,
As an echo
As aparent as glasses
Made into pieces
From a broken madness,
Thrown into timeless places.
And I see myself,
Free from all open will,
And checking if I´m still
As all spaces in silence.
Silence
Is the gift of pain.
Marzo 2004
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