Sound Walk.

Regarding silence, a quote fascinates me, “all that we see is made from what we do not see” A. Einstein. Indeed, there are mo many associations and existences that are carried out in silence, mysteriously, with pride. Seeing can become an impediment to listen. The more we watch the loader our minds turn, making it impossible to turn down the seeped of ideas. We lack silence in our spirit these days. Our brain and heart have become polluted with screaming materialism; endless gadgets and fetishes exposed themselves with glamorous sparks seducing our senses in order to acquire them in return for false satisfaction.

I wake up, I serve cereal from a false card box, the branded jar from which I pour milk is equally untruthful. Alone at the table, I am forced to break the 8 hours of fastening for the night, not only of nourishment but of noise from the exterior world. My night of quietness is abruptly shaken by the speeches if unanimated objects on the breakfast table. Regarding price, value, gain, power and the selfishness of decisions marketed through them. How can I dare to open the door and be swifter away by more noises?

It seams that quietness is found only when our sprit dwells no more in our body. The sculpted obituaries of those who have left our side forever seal their minds and mouths. Mortal echoes in a cemetery have become the shade over their tombs, the sculptures of holly images, the soil in their surroundings, the breath of their spirits, the scents of ever after heavens and freshness of their memories... I hear these transformations in a pentagram of silence.

For past away DAD, this hush came as redeem; his mute clamors are comforted by the soft touch of a young girl. I can also hear her cry. Her hand is made of the same elements which lay inert in her deceased father. In silence we look for each other, in silence we are taken apart from each other as well. But this is an illusion, because in silence we are all the same