I feed on silences.

I feed on
silences

   I feed on silences
   On the rarefied hours
   Of the evening
   When the night
   Little by little
   Swallows the day
   With an embrace
   First tender
   Then dominant
   Those silences
   That awaken in the soul
   The potential to dissolve itself
   And so hear the voices
   That spring from within
   And envelop
   Warming
   The heart of the seeker

From Rosa Bellino's unpublished
book, `Travel NowHere'