We realised we loved each other at first silence*, with no shame.
Just to say "goodbye" without sincerity.
Thus, I was afraid of my silence for the first time.
Letting my fingers get confused with the drawings of the cold marble upon which my body tried to sleep.
A collection of fragments with no apparent logical constraints.
Four sides, two lights, four shadows.
The first line is sort of a play on words with "love at first silence" instead of "love at first sight"
That Was My Prison of Cards?
We realised we loved each other at first silence*, with no shame. Just to say "goodbye" without sincerity. Thus, I was afraid of my silence for the first time. Letting my fingers get confused with the drawings of the cold marble upon which my body tried to sleep. A collection of fragments with no apparent logical constraints. Four sides, two lights, four shadows.