Silence – Jr Linares [EN]

Submitted Wednesday, May 7, 2014

There I was laying on the dead leaves when it struck like a lighting; the most vibrant part of sound, which gives sense to all tones and semi-tones falling like an orderly waterfall; the main element of every unseen thing which is always there, latent and awaiting in between breaths; the echo makes one feel a void, yet it reassures the existence of the self.

I snapped out of my melodic dream, and it was as if a medium had taken my mind back to its original place, like a solid carriage of minds wandering outside themselves. What was this fleeting resonance I had just experienced? Why is it that this instant is so familiar; yet every time it summons itself, I fail to grasp the wholeness of its sound? Continue reading