Sometimes I feel a wish of walking
On a very long road, until I realize
I arrived to a desert, a place where no one lives:
No birds, no animals, no voice to hear
Only the deepest silence around...
No remembrance from the past, no expectative about the future,
Just that silence, the stoped time...
In Atacama desert for sure I'd find it!
Since my boyhood I have been living in deserts
Only there I am really happy,
Because I am finally able to listen to
The voice of silence!