some old people from South America understand that communication also happens through the silence (who am i to say such a broad thing). e.g. we sat by the sun and we didn't talked anything about soccer, despite on the previous day our country losing the eliminatory match. we talked about the possible sunny weather for the week, we heated a bit on the sun (it's winter time here). i asked how it feels to know there isn't much time left and he answers. i talked how i perceive time in contrast to my childhood. we heated at the sun a bit more. this time we are also the clouds, the bench on the grassfield i battled with bean guns, played Ahio (spell game about talking while looking to your target and having to act according), hide-and-seek, police and thieves, various role-plays, when we put a rocket in the culvert or bent the playground metal slide with a bomb lit by a magnifier, all the quick descents on a bicycle towards the end of the street, kites, discussions and even when i saw a crytal clear Super Mario Bros. underworld stage because that was what i could visualize when i closed my eyes with so much THC inside. the last meeting with a great part of the boys of the condominium. the time i said to a kid his tree was quite small when i was around his age and they went thinking. the plant which shades the bench from the midday sun. what i never lived and what i'll never know about his life, as after a short introduction on the basics like remarkable adventures, how you met your loved one (they are still together) and some bits here and there, most of the time we sit together, ask ourselves about 1 or 2 questions and then we stay in silence. which allow us to stare at the sky as brand new. as even living more than 3 times my age and each new day being a new day, he got quite quickly i'm not into small talk, when i talk at all