At the ends of the tombs is Silence. It is spread above the fields. Chill winds blow making Silence in motion. Silence now moves further ahead, eyes staring at it. Only the throbbing of the leaves can be heard. Even wolves don’t dare to growl. They just join the eyes looking quietly at the Dance of Silence. It embraces the earth. The air, the water and fire. An erotic act with souls magnetized by the welcoming warmth of t...