🌿🤎Solitude. +01

🌿🤎Solitude. 

There are races that I run in silence. 

I do not speak. 

My passenger does not speak. 

Maybe he is intent on looking at the smartphone, maybe he has an absorbed gaze, while he contemplates something outside the window, probably without really seeing it. 

"Good morning ...", "Bring me ...", "How much is it?", "Goodbye." And it is all over. 

We met, but we didn't know each other. 

We just shared the same route. 

We have not shared fragments of our stories. Solitude.

And it often happens, even outside a taxi, to be alone, even if immersed in the crowd. 

We chat, but we don't communicate. 

We hear, but we don't listen. 

We are together, but we do not share. 

We are not really present to others. 

Silence. 

In the din.

Perhaps it happens precisely because we are unable to be truly silent. 

Silence is not empty, it fills. It is not closing, it is opening. 

It makes us present. 

In silence we learn to listen, to welcome, to share.

“What a wolf weather” my new passenger throws there. 

He did it just to break the silence. 

Not loneliness. 

Because silence is hot for those who cannot bear it. 

I nod. 

I would like to ask him if he is okay, if he feels happy, if he is afraid of death. 

But we don't know each other and it is customary for conversations to be banal between people who don't know each other.

Ah, how I would like to feed on silence, to learn then not to waste meetings. 

There is so little time. 

There is so much emptiness between us to fill, with the right words. 

Those capable of breaking through the silence. 

To drop the veils. 

To touch the soul. 

To vaporize loneliness. 

Those capable of making sense of the interval between two silences.

"Silence is attentive to every sound and, as soon as he listens to it, he emphasizes it"🤎🍀🌼🌻🌺🌷🥀