The Mastermind

"Beautiful. Wow very ..Beautiful !"

Clapping hands sounded almost endless.They loved the words and the slow dance which changed to mute ,dim light , then gradual music instruments that came from flute and oboe.

Voices of children, elderly ones and youthful spirit that conveying waves of emotion .

" I got bored with heart and day "

"I don't even have both of them"

" Are you dead ?"

"More than death and boredom"

" I don't need hearing complaints "

" You want to be listened! Sure that's but let me tell you .. you won't get it ! "

" Why " ?

"I don't know, but everyone kills my soul everything drop me dead "

" I got the same "

" Cause your body never work , your heart never touched, your spirit never improved , all motionless "

" Isn't it life mute too?"

" They work albeit the soul is silent "

" They hold on to the damaging arena ...are they strong ?"

Hands are symbol of accepting, greeting and commanding...so the movement meant gaining an approval.

The stage was still theirs .Alvano
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