and then the clouds wanted to talk to me again. there were no sparkles in my eyes for they had died after the storm was gone. such clouds belonged to another sky, not mine. clouds would come to me and be blown by the wind once again. and I would be left in the darkness once more, together with the sound of [my deafening] silence.
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The silence can sometimes be deafening ...
Um outro céu vai de novo cubrir-te e trazer as nuvens falantes... without storm :)
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