The stories are born in the silence, they are twisted into amazing chapters and flying in your imagination as a flock of birds.
Silence is a fantasy, and it is boundless. But there is another silence ...
Silence, in which you fail, as if you are disappearing from this world: you do not see or hear anyone, and you do not feel yourself at that moment. You seem to fall out of life, but before this happens, you anticipate this silence, just a little, for a fraction of a second before it ...
But any silence is temporary, and you come back:
again...
and again,
and again...
