When the stony silence br Becomes a shadow br Of internal monologues br And loneliness peeps out br Of door apertures.... br Don't write a word! br br When evening br Heavy with sorrow br Descends from the roof-tops br Sterile scenes play hide and seek br On paths coming from afar br And eyes placed on cornices br Gather dust of dreams.... br Don't write a word! br br When letters that spell br Yours name and my name br Get moth-eaten br And words suffocate to death br In closeted books of our lives br br A story br You ought to write then br Without a word in it! br br (Translated by Dr.