A simplicidade do silêncio.
There is something ironic in life. There is something that makes us never settle down. Is it because the constant happiness does not exist? Does the constant state of something is mere wishful thinking or not absurd view of life.One day when I love, I will love everything, I will not leave anything out. One day when love there woll resided the simplicity of just looking, just simplicity of hearing. The simplicity of just being. The simplicity of silence .