To hear a woman when she is silent -

A task impossible for many...

Who knows, a heart is only vibrant,

But is there ever any...

Impossibilities of silence?..

Can she be heard in sadness or in happiness, in emptiness, in her miraculousness or in her sacredness and her sweet tenderness?

In mute reproaches and

in ardent passionate confessions?

In her sudden hysterical crying

and in her unique cheerful laughing?

Delighted, maybe disappointed?

Can she be heard?..

What is she being silent about -

Her soul, her heart... No doubt,

The secret's got its magic keys

She may be silent, but she speaks...

Just look into her eyes...