some people
came to stand
some people
came to sit
some people
came to talk
some people
came to come .
could not hear
the saint silence
we came for .
when church sings
we become one
to feel
all the stories
of the past
as
they are stories
of the present .
how can we
talk opening
the mouth
how can we
talk without
.
huge diorama
of
life
.
a baby cried
nobody smiled .
a beautiful
accord
that
lights
the fire .
to burn
to hug
to leave
the diorama .
one sees his
mama
kissing
on the lips
to bring
kind
silence
to
the
years