I remember because I sing

Time is the Space of Music

So he turned around to embrace the girl walking behind him. But she realized that this was not her lover, but a rather unknown and, indeed, very aged man. And thinking herself tricked, she got scared and ran away. And she ran right to the street, and a car hit her and she died. A young man, her lover, got in the scene right at the right moment to see the accident. And he did not see anything else. And the old man, knowing that he’d seen all this before, looked at his hands, and staring at a reflection of his face on a flat surface, he realized that now he was indeed very old. And he lived in pain until he died.

The young man, the lover, was in pain too. And for the following days he mourned. And his voice was so sweet and expressive, his cries so full of sadness -so musical- that the Devil could not resist and offered him a deal.

And so, the Devil told him that he could get his lover’s soul back if he could cross the Labyrinth of Hell. He would be spared all pain. But he would have to listen to the cries and see the torture of the damned. He would have to have the aesthetic experience of Hell, so to speak. And he would have to walk a lot, for Hell is rather long. At the end of the labyrinth there is a door. That’s another gate of Hell. Outside he would see his love. If they could get to walk back the labyrinth of hell his lover could live. But they must not see each other face to face. And the man said “yes”.

He walked and walked and walked and walked and walked,

and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked,

and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked,

and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked.

And walked and walked and walked and walked and walked,

and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked,

and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked,

and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked.

And walked and walked and walked and walked and walked,

and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked,

and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked,

and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked.

And walked and walked and walked and walked and walked,

and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked.

And there was the door. And the outside. A busy street. A park on the other side. And she’s there, sitting, as if waiting for him. And he goes to her from behind and says: “Do not turn, do not ask, just follow me”. And she recognized her lover’s melodious voice, and said: “what’s the matter?”. “We’re taking a long walk, but you must not see my face. It’s a game, OK?”. And she said “yes”, and she followed. And they crossed the busy street and went straight towards the door. But he felt the fire of his heart and could resist no more.

So he turned around to embrace the girl walking behind him. But she realized that this was not her lover, but a rather unknown and, indeed, very aged man. And thinking herself tricked, she got scared and ran away. And she ran right to the street, and a car hit her and she died. A young man, her lover, got in the scene right at the right moment to see the accident. And he did not see anything else. And the old man, knowing that he’d seen all this before, looked at his hands, and staring at a reflection of his face on a flat surface, he realized that now he was indeed very old. And he lived in pain until he died.

C.M.Champi

[3, may, 2018]

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