Bach - Ave Maria
She is lost for a long time with this song. She has her head stuck in the middle of her headphones and her body is buried in pillows. The amazing sound is foraying into her head and is pumping her eyes to other world.
When she closes her eyes she is nowhere. She has no body. She is a soul sailing up in the air which smells as vanishing.
The little particles of her soul are flying above the green grass, above her grave. She is free now. She is not fighting anymore against to the strong wind, because she is part of it, now.
The storm became a dance between all the invisible particles – and the dance is such gracious that nobody is allowed to see this magnificent and sickness play.
She used to hold in her hand a long spear of gold and in the iron’s point you could see a little fire.
When he appeared thrusting his spear into her to pierce her entrails the pain was so great, that it made she moaned and it was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that she could not give up.
The pain is not bodily, but spiritual – although the body has its share in it.
The soul is satisfied now with nothing less than drawings of death.
She has just opened her eyes. Her heart is riding quite fast. She is exhausted.
She prays to God to make Him believe, because you may think that I am lying.
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