The silence

The silence of the mountains has a depth that valleys don’t have. Each person has his own silence; the silence between clouds and the one between trees has a big difference. The silence between thoughts is timeless; the silence of pleasure and fear are touchable. The artificial silence that our thoughts can produce is the death; the silence between noises is the absence of noises, although is not silence, the same way that the absence o war is not peace. The dark silence of a cathedral or temple is the silence of centuries and of the beauty specially built by man. This is the silence of past and future, the silence of a museum and a cemetery. But all these things are not silence. Slowly, the day comes to an end and the light sounds of the night come up.
The genuine silence.