Open this Silence
with a murmur.



My skin cannot find
where its pains have hidden.

Somewhere I felt it 

i feel it.




These lips do not know why

hardening words build
their nests in the very places they rejoiced.

What would the sun be without its light.


What would my heart be without its rivers

i've gathered the stones by the banks of my heart












With every stone that spoke to me
i have erected 
my temple

Here is the architecture of my torments.
My love, My life,

and i've put into it everything that i could'nt say.