Listen!
Can you hear the vibrato of a violin?
There!
Wait, the piano is about to begin.
Mary can hear it and she opens her eyes, the morning Is just breaking behind the trees that hold the ridge along the skyline.
She would like to dance but there will be no dancing; she cannot move.
Her arms and legs are tied, and the blood is slowly but steadily draining from her will to live.
In a moment the deep growl of the cello will end the music that she alone can hear.
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In the city, Jack is driving listening to the car radio.
This is the favourite part of his day, he has just finished a night shift in the hospital and he is on the way home to sleep. In this thirty-minute window between leaving work parking in the street outside his house, he watches the sun rise over the grey cityscape; for a moment it is more beautiful than the grand-canyon.
“El Machete sirve para cortar caña, para abrir las veredas en los bosques umbríos, decapitar culebras, tronchar toda cizaña, y humillar la soberbia de los impíos ricos”
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