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As many times in life, silence was noisy. Inside. Where no one ever could listen to it. A beat. Flamenco. Electro. Rock. Trance. It wouldn't matter as the rhythm would be moving not only sands, but lands. 

The ones we think we own, and still, we'd never. Mountains of dust. Mountains of lust. Mountains of the rivers flowing through them in such a way that a waterfall would be a miracle. The one that we are. In silence.

I don't need no one to hear the words I'm telling you without saying them. And there's no silence allowed when thoughts have a shape : You.

Describing your body would be so easy that it wouldn't make any sense. It's not about your eyes, but when you see through your heart. 
Too romantic. Too poetic. And still, that's how I'll tell you that I love. That you amaze me. And I'm so glad to get lost into your maze. The maze you are.

So cute to say I'd spend years going through, but I know you'll give me the key. So obvious that walls would become a river. Flowing from you. 
Bathing the everything. 

And word became senseless because my lips were craving for a kiss. In the cheek. Or in the mouth, it wouldn't matter, it was all about your smell. It was all about you "sell". Nothing. Not even water. The music was rising as we were arousing. Arouse. Arouse. Arouse. 

The chaos that kiss has already made. Not even butterflies could dance to it. The melody was still playing. In the far end. In the close beginning. 

The sea, the rocks, the Moon, and the gift of being by your side.