To My Muses : The Inhabited Silences
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I walk where nothing speaks
Where even shadows hold their breath
Words fade away and lose their color
Like vows we hide until their death
I am one of those called absent
Not from pride, but from vertigo
The world is vast and transparent
And every breath demands my soul
And in the hollow of my silence
Worlds are born with no witness
No cries, no glory, no applause
Just a passage toward the endless
I have no throne but vertigo
No law except the slow infinite
And if my heart sometimes is trembling
It’s because it hears too much of life
They told me: “Speak, be visible”
But what is true will never shout
It slips away, almost invisible
Into what no one speaks about
I carry landscapes deep within me
That no one’s eyes could ever seize
Deep nights without a single mirage
Where even love becomes a need
And in the hollow of my silence
I recognize what still survives
What slips away from all appearances
And yet gives meaning to our lives
No master, no god, no model
Just an uncertain road ahead
Where the soul, fragile and rebellious
Learns to depend on nothing else
If I move away, it is not fleeing
It is to find another light
Where souls without a throne or kingdom
Shape their own truth within the night
To my muses without faces
To those who never ask for more
You are the shadow and the passage
The ancient breath… the peaceful fire
To my muses without faces
To those who never ask for more
You are the shadow and the passage
The ancient breath… the peaceful fire
Where even shadows hold their breath
Words fade away and lose their color
Like vows we hide until their death
I am one of those called absent
Not from pride, but from vertigo
The world is vast and transparent
And every breath demands my soul
And in the hollow of my silence
Worlds are born with no witness
No cries, no glory, no applause
Just a passage toward the endless
I have no throne but vertigo
No law except the slow infinite
And if my heart sometimes is trembling
It’s because it hears too much of life
They told me: “Speak, be visible”
But what is true will never shout
It slips away, almost invisible
Into what no one speaks about
I carry landscapes deep within me
That no one’s eyes could ever seize
Deep nights without a single mirage
Where even love becomes a need
And in the hollow of my silence
I recognize what still survives
What slips away from all appearances
And yet gives meaning to our lives
No master, no god, no model
Just an uncertain road ahead
Where the soul, fragile and rebellious
Learns to depend on nothing else
If I move away, it is not fleeing
It is to find another light
Where souls without a throne or kingdom
Shape their own truth within the night
To my muses without faces
To those who never ask for more
You are the shadow and the passage
The ancient breath… the peaceful fire
To my muses without faces
To those who never ask for more
You are the shadow and the passage
The ancient breath… the peaceful fire