I like it when you´re quiet. It´s as if you´re not here now, and you heard me from a distance, and my voice couldn´t reach you_It´s as if your eyes had flown away from you and as if your mouth was closed because I leaned to kiss you_Just as all living things are filled with my soul, you emerge from all living things filled with the soul of me... It´s as if, a butterfly in dreams, you were my soul, and as if you were the soul´s word, melancholy_I like it when you´re quiet. It´s as if you´d gone away now, and you´d become the keening, the butterfly´s insistance, and you heard me from a distance and my voice didn´t reach you. It´s when what I want is to be quiet with your silence_It´s then that what I want is to speak to your silence in a speech as clear as the lamplight, as pain as the gold ring, You´re quiet like the night, and like the night you´re starlit. Your silences are star-lit, they are distant and a simple thing_I like it when you´re quiet. It´s as if you weren´t here now. As if you were dead now, and
sorrowful, and distant. A word then is sufficient or a smile, to make me happy, Happy that it seems so certain that you´re present.
