you work in a café.. . . Every Tuesday and Saturday,you notice ,it's Joseph,with the calm aura and balanced personality, with his huge muscular body and brown coat... his dull brown hair and pale parking his car outside the café and sitting at one of the tables Joseph, is cold like the French winter weather,Calm like the night wind, And his eyes are cold and devoid of feelings, just as his tongue is devoid of words,His sweet, rough voice You are mute You think Joseph comes to this cafe because it's isolated from the noise of the city. Joseph is a painter, you always notice him staring at you,and drawing,the strange thing is that Joseph rarely speaks,as if his eyes are talking,as if he knows that you cannot speak noticed that he was speaking in sign language,U thought he was just deaf, but...wrong. What you didn't expect is that you are the title of Joseph's paintings,that every painting has his signature under it,you didn't realize that you are the inspiration of the most famous painter in France,that your pictures are in every museum

'Her eyes are a language... damn the sign' 'I didn't realize that I love silence

Until I became addicted to your eyes My heart beats every time you come As if it lives upon meeting you' 'To my girl... I'm an addict'