SILENCE...

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...

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we barely talk

anymore. we fight

instead.I cry...

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The door is closed

you did not even said

goodbye. Why ?

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you came back.

i feel the arms around

me. a kiss. we talk...

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Life and its particularities...

The End

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