The silence of the strings..

part 9

"9"

And the man behind her listens, amazed at its wonderful melody with clear feeling. The man approaches her one by one, until they bump into each other. She stands out of respect for him, as he is his teacher, Julian, and apologizes to him. He says to her, as he stands, hugging his shield, and says: You are truly amazing, Teresa. He applauds her, then continues, saying: "How lucky I am with this coincidence." She thanks him, smiles, and tells him: "She is lucky to have you." She asks him if he wants any help, and he tells her: Yes, I wanted to take the violin that I reserved two days ago. She responds to him after a while. From the silence: Yes, I remembered. You are the one my father told me about. Here is your violin. I have finished preparing it. Go ahead. He takes the violin and asks her the name of that music because he had never heard anything like it before. She looks at him with palpitations and scattered thoughts coldly and says to him, "Next." A while... silence. She said as the tears almost began to flow, "Its name is the naked woman of the cello," and he looked at her, noticing her suppressed tears and her wounded spirit. He smiled at her and said, "But I've never heard of it before. Are you familiar with it? It's wonderful." She tells him that it is her, and she shakes her head in thanks, then he gives her the price of the violin and says to her: If you want any help, tell me you can trust me, so that she can smile at him. With thanks, he bids him farewell with a smile and heads towards the door. He finds Aberdo in front of him with a bag of meat sandwiches, and Shaker smiles at him with a violin, after he tells Aberdo that she is his daughter. Then he smiled and thanked her, saying: I know, but on the occasion of your daughter, Teresa, one of my students and also distinguished. Arberdo smiled at him, happy with what his teacher, Julian, said about her, and said to him: "Oh, thank you, Professor Julian, but would you allow me to share the sandwiches with us? I have fresh meat." Julian smiled and said: This is an honor for me, but I cannot, as training is waiting for me, but another time. Then he greets them with a smile and leaves.

Then Arberdo entered with a smile and put the sandwiches on the table and opened them and told Teresa to sit down, and he talked to her while he was eating, "The sandwiches are delicious, aren't they?" Then Teresa smiled at him, "Yes, they are delicious." Arberdo replied while laughing, "Like you, delicious." They both laughed, and Arberdo then asks her about his teacher, Julian, "What subject does your teacher teach?" She replied, "In the science of music," and Arberdo smiled, speaking after a period of silence. "It is beautiful that you excelled in the best days of university. I am truly proud of you, Fershti."

The man imprisoned in the depths of the darkness of Germany, leaning on his hands, sleeping, holding with his fingertip some of the hair strands of his beloved Maria, and inhaling her scent of hope in the midst of his shattered heart, so that these hair strands would be safety.

* Our lives are like ours to the pen complaining, silence, and the leaves are the sound of my hearing, and not glue is like the scattering of crying, and the sun is dissolved by its greed, and the mountains are scattered by its steadfastness, so the beloved is like the sea, he drowned me in the depth of my flower, and when he stretched my back, then the helpless became my doom, so he poured over me. His air, so I became lonely. He lost the scouts of the clouds for me, the moon, and he still did not discover the whisper of my love. So I love him like a dungeon war, and he joined my wings, tending to fall. The hearts of hearts were terrified by his force. He praised life, making tears easy. As if a screen in the face of my griefs became a rain shower, and his smiling face became. Next to his tears, the sad person did not frown until they smiled.*

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I wrote on the white legend about the drying up of the beloved, like the rain drying up for the earth, without being more dry. After a while, the rains yearn the earth's orchard.

I wrote with tears falling on the lines as a reproach.
And the soul for the performer is freed, and the melodies of the strings are sad.

And the rhyme of the verses and the inspirations of Anina
Maybe he longs, maybe the breeze spreads his perfume

Perhaps my eyes see you as the full moon of dawn.
Perhaps our souls embrace the depth of our air.

And the hands draw our bodies.
Like a painter meeting his painting, Hope.

And the eyelids stay awake near love. And no pain yet
And tears of joy flow. And it is not longing.

When will the day of our meeting come that will make hope cry?
The moon yearns for me at its full moon, and you at full moon, your eyes deprive me of.