Silent, you look at me
Silent, you look at me
I wonder if your silence is a reproach
While your thoughts surge, raise and grow in the silence
I await your words
It’s the soul’s night
Wide, incommensurable
Your silence is present
Even in day time, is expected
Your silence unstoppable arrives
Like when you know, at sunrise
That at some point of the day, the night will be here
Likewise the night at daytime
Your silence is future made present
Suddenly
Unavoidable
Present
Silent, you look at me, and it pains
It hurts, believe, your silence hurts
It punishes, tortures, afflicts
It opens my skin
I bleed
Like a vital liquid your silence feeds my feelings
It gives me life, and no
Probably no
Thus, my feelings float suspended in your silence
Like a strange specimen in a tube
Drown, airless, quiet
And then, after a period of calm
Of about one second or more
The world opens again; my world opens
Breaks, smashes, shatter
The volcano of my doubts erupts
Shakes my heart
Disturbs the house of cards I have built
And the house of cards fells down
All the pieces flying away
Likewise, my sand castles are gone
Swallowed by the sand
In the meantime, you
Look at me in silence, and live, you live
Your silence is alive
It's an animal that devour
My trust
Your silence that is the womb of every suspended echo
A hollow
Where uncountable things are contained
My life and my death
The word that was spoken and the word that follows
And all those words between the former and the last
That remain untold
And you…you say nothing
My hand presses your hand and not a word comes from your lips
My heart beats for you, and you say nothing
And I look deeply into your eyes
Your eyes, aye! so beautifully wide open
It seems they chastise me
With so many untold questions
And I, silly me, my lips are open not for words, though, but for kisses
And so, my lips get closer to your lips
And you say nothing
And I, look deeply into your eyes
And you say nothing
And I am closer and closer and closer and I feel your breathing
I feel the beating of your heart
I feel the warmth of your skin
I feel your silence
And I stop there
I stop there because your silence is such a holy altar
I don’t want to profane it with a kiss
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