Gil Rigoulet - Sketch of Silence

I don't know what to say to him,

it's instinctive,

I don't think, my head fits, sees,

everything is so fragile, fleeting, as if the heart were in the eyes,

the moment is this wave that comes on the rocks and embraces all the details,

the words are cordial,

the burning desire,

two months that our words have been traveling the oceans,

they have become more than narrow,

they are no longer enough.

Sydney was too far away.

Excerpt from the text by Gil Rigoulet