Sweet Chronicles - Crónicas dulces
Sweet Chronicles Every morning, my owner would take me with him to the bridge of sighs. I was feeling safe inside my comfortable case. It was a sunny day and my owner was contagious me with his happiness, even though his emaciated figure betrayed his precarious situation. When we arrived at the center of the bridge, he took me out of hiding and set about performing a fragment of Bach's C minor viola concert. He is a virtuoso. He had placed the case on the floor and, from time to time, someone put there a coin. I felt sorry for him. But nevertheless, when he is touching my strings, sometimes with the softness of a caress, sometimes with a singular energy, it transported us to a unique state of ecstasy. His soft fingers, moving at a dizzying speed along my mast, were the balm I needed every day to be happy. However, something special happened that day. As we withdrew and left the bridge, brought his lips to the case I was in, and said to me in an almost impercept...