The Havanun Tales #2
Silence is word
Being silent is not an exercise in patience
1 min readOct 20, 2020
Pieces of ice float on the water.
I have learned silence.
Strolling along the quay of the port, at four in the morning.
I greeted the fishermen, I thought it was a good way.
They waved me to shut up.
They stared at me with gray eyes;
you don’t understand if they laugh or if they are serious.
They pointed to the fish.
The stars, the salty hawsers.
All creatures that do not speak.
They sing, in a low voice, at times.
In the dark, then, the conversations arouse the curiosity of the Sirens;
it may happen that they get too close to the coast.
There’s no need to wait your turn.
Being silent is not an exercise in patience.
Silence is word.
How heavy is hope?
