Under the stars, I hear violins in the distance; tears well up in my eyes, and I dance in a clearing in some forest. My mind and body have been following this melody for years—it soothes my soul and, for a few moments, fills my empty heart. I search for the violins in every glance, in a flower, in the moon, in the stars, and in the sky. I dance and dance until I’m exhausted. During the day, I fall into a drowsiness, and at night, when the violins play, I dance and follow the path. I don’t know where they’re leading me, but I follow them. People were shouting beside me:

— “Get out of the way, you crazy woman!”

I’m not crazy; dancing to the sound of a thousand violins calms my anxiety. “Who put you in my path…?”, dark eyes, hands that burned my skin, and that voice that whispered in my ear: “Come.” In the darkness and silence of the night, I hear the thousand violins and the voice: “I’m waiting for you.”

—"Who told you I was alive?

I hear a thousand violins. Crazy! I’m crazy, but I dance nonstop under the starry sky. When the darkness of night falls, the melody begins again in the distance, making my heart race, and I can’t control it.

—“A heart that burned from a lack of companionship and so much loneliness…”

I gave my soul away, and now I search for it endlessly: Where are you, my soul? Who are you? I laugh out loud and say:

— “A monster, a goblin, a wolf, or perhaps even a specter. Give me back my soul.”

I scream into the silence of the night:

— “Violins, stop playing.”

I made a pact and swore to keep it. He opened his arms, and I curled up in them. Crazy! Yes, I’m madly in love with those dark eyes that never stopped smiling at me. Every night I venture deeper into the forest; I see him in the distance and hear the melody:

—“And I even came to think he wasn’t of this world…”

Women dance around him, but he brushes them aside, opens his arms, and sings to me with an angelic voice that sends shivers down my spine. A thousand violins, a voice that reverberates and echoes to every corner of the universe. Weeks, months, and years passed. I crossed plains, forests, and mountains. Tired and overwhelmed, I took refuge from the children who threw stones at me and shouted:

— “Crazy!”

I don’t have the strength to fight against the violins, and I feel life slipping away from me. Something inside me tells me I’m at the end of the road. The hour is approaching; the first stars are beginning to appear; the breeze and the music begin to fill the air. I have the feeling that this is my last dance—the best of my entire life. Behind the mountain, my black eyes await me. I am in the right place, dancing around a bonfire lit just for me. It smells of the sea and desolation.

Down on the cliff, on the shore, sitting on the sand, there is a group of souls waiting to board the drakkar. Even though I can’t see clearly from where I am, I can make out the dragon’s head. The smoke from the incense inside the cave lulls me to sleep. A thousand violins resound, and I awaken from my reverie.

—Where am I?

“In the world of the dead,” says the voice as the violins fall silent. “You made a pact, and you must keep it.” That’s not the same voice that speaks to me of love. I feel something deep inside me telling me, “Get out of here.” The scent of pine fills the air, and when I look up, there’s my father, staring at me with a very serious expression. Dazed and sobbing, I ran into his arms.

—Father, I’m following the thousand violins. Listen!

“And we fly
Away from this world for a while…”

At that moment, the music stopped; all I could hear was the whisper of the wind. The cold breeze chilled me to the bone, and I couldn’t stay on my feet. And the voice screamed furiously:

— “You’re crazy! You made a pact, and you have to keep it.”

“Her time hasn’t come yet,” my father said calmly, and standing beside him were Mom, Aunt Ana, Luis, and many other loved ones. They surrounded the being who was trying to throw me off the cliff. I felt the pain of a hand slapping my face, and I fell into the void.
I opened my eyes in a hospital bed, surrounded by a group of people. In the distance, a faint melody faded into infinity.

“Free as a thought…”

Ten years, three months, and seven days after being struck by a vehicle as she was leaving a Franco De Vita concert alongside a group of women who died instantly, the patient, Becky, awoke from her coma.

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Music moves the world, the planet, the universe, and the very fibers of our being. You are part of that magical sound that envelops everything. Take the opportunity to dance to whatever rhythm you like and to smile, painting your life with color. Friends of #Hive, I invite you to participate in the contest: “The Soundtrack to Your Literatos Story.” Especially @angelica7 and @dorytagil2022. Here’s the link:

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Warm regards, and thank you for visiting my blog on #Hive.

Namasté

La imagen la diseño mi hijo Jesús para esta publicación con la ayuda de gemini

My son Jesús designed the image for this post with the help of Gemini.

Las imágenes de la línea con una estrella y del violín con las cuales diseñe los separadores las capture desde CANVA.

I downloaded the images of the line with a star and the violin that I used to design the bookmarks from CANVA.

Fuera De Este Mundo. Franco De Vita. Letra.

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