Silence

At the disturbing sound of birds in the morning,
A view to showy and untouched nature
Under all the splendor and magnificence of the sun

The afternoons are quiet and hours are slow.
The coffee brings together all in a warm conversation
And the evening rain makes themselves isolate...

At night, each of which chooses their path
Impose barriers, walls
Shortening the best moments

Thus, silence makes it abode,
Distancing the present
And increasing the desire by absent.

Author: Dan Oak