At the ends of the tombs is Silence.

It is spread above the fields.

Chill winds blow making Silence in motion.

Silence now moves further ahead, eyes staring at it.

Only the throbbing of the leaves can be heard.

Even wolves don’t dare to growl.

They just join the eyes looking quietly at the Dance of Silence.

It embraces the earth.

The air, the water and fire.

An erotic act with souls magnetized by the welcoming warmth of this embrace.

Even the Gods are witness to this Choreography of Tranquility.

No sounds of screams, yelling, fighting or arguing.

No explosions are heard.

Moments of Eternal Peace are tasted.

Hands now in the air and heads up, to touch this feeling of Silence.

Nightfall is lit by the moonlight.

Hecatia’s children join the Dance, hold hands with the mortal ones.

Silence is in their climax, amused by this masterpiece.

And when it comes to the end of this orgasm,

The universe is full of Silence’s juices erasing the deeds of Eros

And Chaos lets them alone once more.