There are words that seem more silence than words not because they are saying quietly, is the place under the fog or the draw in the shadow of death presumptuous.
Those words unexpected burrowing the monotonous speech of man, scorn the trappings of the fable that surrounds the figures of the procession and are always ready to escape of texts that assemble truncated .............. But those words are not alone and each partner then searches and reabsorbed substance lost, uncatalogued item that becomes more silence than words, not quite silence