The Voice of Silence

In the briefness of it, We strive, if only possible, To make every moment count. And of all the ways to do it, The thought of having you Loving me Makes the most sense In the face of clear And

How wonderful it is to make love, with a stranger, As you know, there is no promise, nor danger. You simply glide into those unknown arms, And improvise every move without the fear of eternal charm. There is no hurry

Once we fell into the deepest troubles, We were rudderless, Spiritless, Lifeless. Then there came a nietzschean ‘Superman ‘ All powerful, Vigorous, Indomitable, Cheerful and well spirited. He ushered the way of light, Freedom and Equality. He won us the