In these chaotic and busy weeks/days pre-Christmas, I only wish silence and peace. I've just remembered a few lines from a poem written by one of my favourite poets, Federico Garcia Lorca, and I think it goes well with the above photo taken in my beloved Italian countryside last October.

(extract)

Listen, my child, to the silence.
An undulating silence,
a silence that turns valleys and
echoes slippery,
that bends foreheads toward the ground.


Oye, hijo mío, el silencio.
Es un silencio ondulado,
un silencio, donde resbalan valles
y ecos y
que inclina las frentes hacia el suelo.

(Federico Garcia Lorca)