Great is the silence that does not communicate nor does it submit to order its harsh rebellion

 Already in your tell me tell me what does love do in our arms? of eye passion of light game and mute head turns as it turns “rite””urnelle” as a game game of lips sewn without hope cousu à main who always play at the supposed novelty turns of the mouth as linguistic in contradiction with the trembling cheeks of the pain of tremulous flesh easy and great is the silence that does not communicate nor to order submits its harsh rebellion