In all that we do, it has a sound associate to the action. When we talk, write , laught , cry , make love , fight , we are creatures who have excel at making their point heard. Sometimes we speak louder when in silence...


we barely talk

anymore. we fight

instead.I cry...


The door is closed

you did not even said

goodbye. Why ?


you came back.

i feel the arms around

me. a kiss. we talk...


Life and its particularities...

The End

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