I own that I understand very little about all these details of socialism and reaching out right about now; what I know is that since the voices became quiet all that is heard is my heart. I am sure, feel that I have no desire to become apart of this let alone become it. It is no one more or less than, I, that control this. Ah, dear friend, you are fortunate to have my ears and lips, but I will own to you that, in spite of your extreme racket, my departure from your cries has been a great feeling for me. Above all, you have taught me patience and grief, along with endless nights of still air as if I have been lynched to my last breath. I know very well of your courage and commitment, your poetic and pure intimacy fulfilling so many souls, souls that grant no permission to enter. So young and burdened with this hell, to what temptations will be exposed? Mine? Do not let us seek to penetrate your quietness, for we will! A thousand thanks, dear friend, for the work you send us, and which is all the rage where you are. I have unconfined my lips and slowly entered into the terrible and scared secrets of your speechless galaxies. I know very well that, I for once will break your silence with pleasure full extremities and remedies where only letters can formulate, at this moment, some type of communication that can be watered and raised under your sun. My respects to your creator and my compliments to the silence you have distilled upon so many. But I for once will no longer embrace you as I love you, and forget your memories.
P.S.---Let us hear you.
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