The silence,
in here it\'s an absolute bliss,
a homely time bomb,
a dormant volcano,
a complex simplicity,
even still,
The Silence.
It couldn\'t be louder
to those that wish to hear it,
but then there are others,
the warriors,
the predators,
For they don\'t understand.
But to be prey,
to be weak,
to be incomplete,
to be but only a mirage.
The silence.
For those that can hear
the desperate call
from this structured imbalance,
they have the ultimate strength.
Its that of this sleeping giant,
for when it\'s awake,
For them it searches,
to them it relies on,
to them he finds peace,
tranquility,
yet, sound.
Around them,
No Silence.