There is a time kept in my memory
that often crosses the present.
time wondering where words and hugs, girls
questions I leave there, unanswered
to build the levees of my silence
along the river of life.
was how I learned to listen with your eyes
and speak with the body,
like a deaf mute,
saving words, but
giving generously to those who spoke to me
the courtesy and attention of my eyes, which annulled
the noise was going on around.
How does the snow when it falls with
The quiet solicitude that
to cover things and the noise of the world.
I translated kisses
enclosed gestures unspoken thoughts
with the belief that there were enough where
eyes and breathe, there was a lightness of silence,
with nothing to add.
And there was not much love in that,
more than you could imagine.
No need to add anything else, if not a
I love silent for too many times, perhaps,
on his lips.
that often crosses the present.
time wondering where words and hugs, girls
questions I leave there, unanswered
to build the levees of my silence
along the river of life.
was how I learned to listen with your eyes
and speak with the body,
like a deaf mute,
saving words, but
giving generously to those who spoke to me
the courtesy and attention of my eyes, which annulled
the noise was going on around.
How does the snow when it falls with
The quiet solicitude that
to cover things and the noise of the world.
I translated kisses
enclosed gestures unspoken thoughts
with the belief that there were enough where
eyes and breathe, there was a lightness of silence,
with nothing to add.
And there was not much love in that,
more than you could imagine.
No need to add anything else, if not a
I love silent for too many times, perhaps,
on his lips.
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