Dear friend of mine. Sweet, sweet dear friend of mine.

How pleasant to step into the room where you keep all the silence in

the world. Look at those silent precious wooden shelves. Filled with

magic bottles of silent potion. Ready for me to drink from them.

To slowly and gently get drunk in company of the stars, visible and

within my reach seating at my small table next to the door.

Ah, I can see them all. Look, there it is the always lazy moon…( like to

needle her )…the Flor de Noche scent is strong and smarts my nostrils

as it goes into the living room of my lungs. Ah…sweet as my sweet love

kisses. But I was talking about you, my friend Silence.

Ah, yes. I thank you for your welcoming me. Let us sit next to each

other and enjoy ourselves in a silent amorous embrace.

Thank you sister.

EO