...silent as a thing, silent as a rose, a grimace on the face, a tear.

Quiet. Like a woman who realised, one night in the middle of the sea, a shell...

As silent as waiting, the memory, the empty room. Like the light that cuts through the walls and the shadow that you watch.

Silent like my astonishment, a sickness, an unplayed note, like a mute question, an answer that is not there and remains silent.

Now all is silent in the complicated world of simple things.

Giampaolo Talani - 2005