Leise / Silent Sprache / Language Tränen / Tears Trauer / Grief
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
What I try to do is find a language for life.
It is time for dead languages to be quiet.
A riot is the language of the unheard.
I shine in tears like the sun in April.
As soon as there is language, generality has entered the scene.
If you have the language gift, you can use it as a tool.
I do not share the wish to see my language dead and decently buried.
The language of friendship is not words but meanings.
