Patricia García Castillo
The Two Sides of Silence
Hey, you are always late. When every light is gone, and everyone is already home, you, are desperately in our wait. When our mind can’t be made, frustrating bills can’t be paid, when head and heart are on debate, you, are in those tears… we’re ashamed. But wait, you are also in a baby’s sleep in the secrets we promise to keep in the process of the art we create in the wish of a child turning eight. When a mum gives a kiss quietly with her lips you exist, also in that peace. When inside, to our goals we climb, in every ‘I love you’ that is implied, in the eyes of a future bride you hide, you play for some time… and then, only then, you bravely arrive. Then, silence, you are always on time.