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I ask your silence for permission, to express myself, just listen to the words that tighten my throat. They are not of love, even if love pulsates in their echo, they are of hope, a glimmer among the shadows that has trapped my chest. If you keep silent, you will never know of the fire that burns, of the river that flows in my soul, of the mountains that climb my worn out dreams. I ask your silence for permission, like a whisper in the breeze, the letters emerge, like stars in the night, dancing in my wounded mind.