I have awakened in a lot of silence.
My dreams contain too much poetry and these become an internal chaos.
They call me in many ways, all of them always wanting to get the attention of silent public. I don’t have much time to know who I am, but I understand that they want to contradict me by calling me with a lot of noise.
My silence will always be much stronger than all the noise produced inside me. I believe in the metaphor as a way of life and it lives around my soul.
I was born in a lot of silence. Even when I was born I didn’t cry, they thought I was mute, and they wanted to make me talk, but they could not, nobody could.
I think my body can speak better than me and that will always be a better option for me.
Let me introduce myself.
I’m your deepest silence.
With special THANKS to Priscila Arrieta