Sighs of silence
I sigh as a new voice in the wind approaches. I sigh as a newly born ray of sunlight blinds my sight. I sigh in silence for I do not want to awake my heart. Still, in the distance, beyond all dreams and fantasies, the voice of a waking heart can be heard.
In the absence of eternal laughter; in the presence of a given silence, more profound than the ocean itself; with a biting melancholy that steals and is reborn in misery; with the biggest hope to survive the last bullet in the gun pointing to our head, paralyzed in a timeless dimension, silent in the depths of each breath we take, we find ourselves drinking one more glass of red wine, lighting the last cigarette of the pack and speaking without language.
There is no more envy, our complicity vanishes and, lost in the urgency of what is lost in liquid tongues, our desires grow along with that sentiment that once tied our souls and hearts together to the immensity of the grand universe that unquestioningly observes our comes and goes.
Now there is only a souvenir left. Memories past innocently float around in the bitter void of empty words whose meaning is yet unspeakable and still lies undiscovered. There we are, my friends and I, cautious, attentive, acutely certain of the extent to which distance and silence make us transcend… Breathe, sigh, in silence eat life.