* Inside of Silence *

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Long ago that I was not logged in a virtual community and I think that COSMOFUNNEL is the ideal place to do so.

I will start with a short story inspired by a poem by my friend Nardine Sanderson.

* Inside of Silence *

As every morning Susan woke up in silence, looked at the bags next to their bedroom door and asked for the reasons of their immobility, saw its daily fight to their dreams and a frightening cold made her body tremble.

As it came down the stairs he was convinced that it was winning the battle adversity, he fled in the night of those dreams seeking pleasure and they conferred peace to his soul, the real world was so hot that it could pass through a highway Arkansas or a small hell on Earth, a blazing fire always appeased by the dream world.

Susan prepared coffee, and just at that moment that the water began to boil and the smell of caffeine was his presence in the House Susan was running through a desert to any destination, as in his dreams, ran and ran until she fell of face to face, and while he drank liquid black felt back into that sound silence that night after night it was always all your dreams.

Before she prepared suitcases remained static, stationary, reminding him that his life was quiet and that already never go to nowhere. Susan took a deep breath and as a furtive tear their last sound form Sextet toured his cheek broke the silence.

In outer space,
There is no noise,
In the previous line,
Governs the silence and,
In the interior place,
The dark arises.

Lucas Lazar. Telling Dreams.

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En el espacio exterior,
no existe el ruido,
en el renglón anterior,
rige el silencio y,
en el lugar interior,
surge lo oscuro.

Lucas Lazar. Contando Sueños.

A greeting to all.
 

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