06.24.2018 republication
The silence was so deep, it was half past six in the morning, the only sound that could be heard was a bird struggling outside, with exactly the same question. Dissatisfied with the silence, he actively manifested himself, hoping that it would be today that his voice would finally be heard. He had the opportunity he always wanted, tuned his vocal cords, landed solo on the electric wire and stopped, looked, and in that act, so short, he managed to win over the audience with the most incredible melody.
However, misunderstood. Deep respect for was maintained, this one was respected silence, but in the midst of a crowd only one understood his act and was only observed by a single spectator, the cat.
This one stayed, remained. Was she watching him, eager to hear more, admiration, fascination? But how could such an enchantment happen if both did not communicate in the same way?
The bird looked around for what was left of its audience. He looked at the cat, thought of singing again, but the cat, despite showing admiration, had no way of showing it back. He was just sitting, looking somber, with an appreciation for all his own, mystical and mesmerizing.
The bird, wanting to break the rules of its nature, thought of approaching the cat and trying to sing in its ear. He approached the nearest wall and uttered a short tune.
The cat, as if, with a natural gesture, stretched, walked to the wall and looked at the bird. This one, in turn, thought about flying.
- Irina Marques