Eve
Ares is very talkative. With his eyes, his gestures, his colors. He speaks a thousand languages and says a thousand things. I told him that I am a pianist and that it's all I am. That I have nothing else but music, that is a gift that was given to me. He nods, analyses my being entirely. I know he searches to assimilate all information possible on me, not contenting of what I had already willingly revealed. Ares had a way to put you bare in all intimacy. It was tender, curious and innocent. I would like to be as observant as him. As a musician, I learned to listen and not to look. But Ares teaches me how to do the opposite, unconsciously. His silence is a lesson that we cannot forget. A lesson that I don't want to forget.
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The color of silence
Storie breviTHIS IS A TRANSLATION, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @AvySpark *** Ares is a teenage boy that one day, falls silent. His silence destroys his relatives who end up abandoning the young boy with his own silence. And as Ares abandoned words, painting becomes...
