Tell nothing to the one who told all--- The all that is never told, those words made of velvet whose colour no one knows...

Tell nothing to the one who bared
His soul ... The soul can't be bared.
Confession is made for the calm
It gives us to hear ourselves talk.

Everything is useless, and false.
It's a top that a boy in the street
Releases just to see how it spins.
It spins.
Tell nothing...