When there is nothing to say, I wish it was all so simple as keeping silent, transit times and spaces in absolute silence.
But there is something contained in the silence that obscures, the polluter, ruins and takes over, but this is slow, very slow and almost imperceptible.
There is something imperfect in breaking the silence that begins with a slight tension that increases with time until it becomes unbearable. Then silence, struggling with all his might to stay, transfers and all deaf and dumb structure collapses into a sound that opens the infinite variety of sounds possible.
Among the sounds, some are grouped by affinity, or simply because they are close and almost indestructible form alliances: the words. The words stick to things and coated with the full force of the inaugural noise. Brighten things, sweeten the embellish all they can ... although some do not take this work and do not feel very comfortable with the thing that is anchored. The words are very thin wire bridges (like a spider web almost invisible but extremely strong) between them and between them and things. With the network of bridges are covering things slowly until you lose sight of the almost completely. They also need to strengthen their defenses against the silence, which is always lurking and that was the very word, silence, the first to be formed the rise of the sound.
(Shhhh! shut silence!)
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