On the runway of silence

On the runway of silence,
there are no flowers or steps,
no poses
not even flashes
and no more dreams are donned.
On the runway of silence there is no applause,
nor color of the year,
there are no seasons.
One slips,
without leaving a trace,
without a final destination.
On the runway of silence,
shine the forgotten ones,
and those who forget,
forever.

Madeleine Müller
3/1/2020

Photos by Francisco Mesquita