I ask for silence to live the flower and the fruit
a journey of doves
and of fish dancing in the water.
I ask for silence
and peace drowns in every corner
it hammers pain in the place of remembrance
and the son turns off the lamp under repeated death.
Silence to live the flower and the fruit
and sleepless messengers return
doves without a peace branch scan the horizon
where voices are a clamor
a sad elegy coming from the deluge.
To live
to listen to the murmur written in so many pages
and find the usually lost eyes
to search for peace
to look at it directly
if it exists.
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