In the first moment maybe nothing was said.

Or maybe it was everything.

It was love
It was a reconciliation with the old man
With his breath that you have not yet breathed.

You united your tongue with your voice and you found yourself in one that no longer exists.

Silent. Quiet. Disquiet.
Refusal of time.
Silent. Quiet. Serene.
Reconciliation with time.

In that moment there was only Yes. The source that gave way to another Yes.



It is everything





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