I talk to you in the silence
Pure and convective eloquence
Flowing from the inside to the right image of your being
In front or deep inside of me
I talk to you and you don’t hear me
Far away in the distance of my molecules
I have found out that maybe you do fear me
No blames to sparkle, just your particles
Flushing my eyes and memories.
You are in here, present around me
The idea in my head of everything
Leaves behind the dirty air of your absence
While I keep reconstructing in me our scenes
I feel the empty space behind this darkness
Though I keep talking to you in the silence.