The Violin
A distant
violin played his soul every morning. The crying of that violin was taking him
to the rooms and places where the eternal dwells.
But one day
it stopped singing, and the bird of paradise that was coming to visit him said
goodbye to him with a sad song.
Since then,
he is living only thinking of recovering those sounds that lent him life,
sounds that was weaving with soft silk threads the robe that sheltered his
soul.
El violín
Un violín lejano tocaba su alma cada mañana. El llanto de
aquél violín le transportaba a las estancias y lugares en los que habita lo
eterno.
Pero un día dejó de sonar, y el ave del paraíso que venía a
visitarlo se despidió de él con un triste canto.
Desde entonces vive solo pensando en recuperar aquellos
sonidos que le prestaban la vida, que tejían con suaves hilos de seda la túnica
que abrigaba su alma.
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