Silence / Poetry

In the middle of the cold night
Our steps warm the floor
Surrounded by everything that exists
Which ironically is so little

We are resplendent fullness
In a world of living voids
Those whose depressing state
Goes unnoticed under the rays of the sun
Where few stand out
Where the conventions provide them with heat

Eventually the great louver sleeps
And only those unadulterated steps stand out
At that moment decisive
The essences scream their nature in silence
And the luminaries of this world
Without saying anything, they say it all