We are as silent as silence itself.
We stayed lonely on the seat until evening.

Our hands and faces shone like gleams of storm in the entombment of the calm and the mist.
We go back home.

We wait and then have dinner.

We live these few hours.

And we see ourselves alone in the house, facing each other, as never we saw ourselves, and we do not know what to do! It is a real drama of vacancy which is breaking loose.