<p style="text-align:center"><em>"Silence is the loudest noise, perhaps the loudest of noises."</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center"><em>Miles Davis (1926-1991)</em></p>
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<p style="text-align:center">Silent, shuddering,<br>I’m here, in the shade.<br>Deeper in the silence,<br>more lost than my shadow<br>who now knows, better than me,<br>the road of dreams.</p>
<p style="text-align:center">But, to more depth of silence,<br>the calm does not accuse any noise.<br>Only one name is heard,<br>as a hollow echo,<br>mine…</p>
<p style="text-align:center">Who calls me?</p>
<p style="text-align:center">And it was me, in a low voice who was murmuring<br>and the echo repeated like a breath,<br>to see if I was<br>With my soul deafened, I refine my ear<br>and, this time, it resonates strongly<br>in my bed, looking at me<br>Like a bird from the window.</p>
<p style="text-align:center"><br>I review the book of my life<br>and only shadows fly,<br>ghosts holled from the past,<br>ululating, remembering<br>that you can always do more.</p>
<p style="text-align:center">My heart clenched in its rhythm at the thought,<br>there was no calm, only cold numb,<br>static and excited, indecisive.<br>The cautious mind made up the moment:</p>
<p style="text-align:center">It’s the wind, nothing more!</p>
<p style="text-align:center">But, it’s worse than the wind<br>and she does not know,<br>he does not understand what the soul flies,<br>that darkness that is drowning in the water,<br>that, if the dry air expands it<br>They will be like ghosts in the room.</p>
<p style="text-align:center">The Nothing is afraid of him<br>to that sound of the heart,<br>she gets scared with her arrhythmia.</p>
<p style="text-align:center">What a deep sadness<br>it catches us when we listen<br>the dull sound of silence,<br>its taciturn sound<br>that is a desperate crying<br>that is not almost pronounced<br>but the echo scandalizes<br>to be face to face with life.</p>
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<p style="text-align:center">By Zeleira Cordero @zeleiracordero</p>
<p style="text-align:center">For your kind reading… Thanks!</p>
<p style="text-align:center">The main image is of Pixabay CC0 Creative Commons:</p>
<p style="text-align:center"><a href="https://pixabay.com/es/photos/mujer-silenciados-silencio-2868727/">Silence by thisismyurl</a></p>
<p style="text-align:center">Originally published on July 28, 2018 in the framework of the contest "Your poetic voice".</p>
<p style="text-align:center">[Link](https://steemit.com/tuvozpoetica/@zeleiracordero/8wb2ays7)</p>
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