I don't remember the reason
I just passed through the question
And found myself

Listening to the advice of a poet
I dare
Follow his footsteps

He introduced me to the quiet,
To the space and to the words he's saying in between
the words he says and chose not to say

While listening, I noticed
that he criticizes himself
Stopping for a moment.
Taking a deep breath
And continued

I observed him
Finding myself following his sad eyes
Those eyes that avoid others'
To meet mine