The silence made friends with the night, hugging it like a brooch in a piece of cloth. It told the stars that shined in its neckline and gently, one by one, it began to conceal their glitter between the branches of the forest. The silence made friends with the night, holding it tight like the whorf to the rings, it pulled on the thread of its black dress and sweetly, little by little, it began to unravel the cloth that hid its feelings. The silence mastered the night wrapping itself in it like a sword in its sheath, it began to collect irises that swam in the rivers, and anxiously, little by little, it poured its scent over the sweat of its forehead.