I like you when you are silent because you are as if you were absent, and you hear me from afar, and my voice does not touch you. Your eyes seem to have been blown out and a kiss seems to close your mouth.

As all things are full of my soul you emerge from things, full of my soul. Butterfly of dreams, you resemble my soul, and you resemble the word melancholy.

I like you when you are silent and distant. And you are like moaning, butterfly in lullaby. And you hear me from afar, and my voice cannot reach you: let me be silent with your silence.

Let me speak to you also with your silence clear as a lamp, simple as a ring. You are like the night, silent and constellated. Your silence is like a star, so distant and simple. Poem #15 Pablo Neruda

I like you when you are silent because you are as if you were absent. Distant and painful as if you had died. A word then, a smile is enough. And I'm glad, glad that it's not true.