The Song Is a Shining Axe
The song is a shining axe that cuts the ropes of regret and provokes reflection on the passage of time.
SUMMARY
The article reflects on the song's impact as a powerful tool that severs the ropes of regret and accompanies the painful passage of time, describing a state of silence and acceptance after expressing pain.
KEY HIGHLIGHTS
- The song resembles a shining axe that cuts the ropes of regret and affects voices.
- Time carves a wide passage through lifetimes, leaving a clear mark on body and soul.
- Silence after expressing pain is an acceptance that this is enough.
CORE SUBJECT
The impact of the song and time on the soul and spirit
They pass by their faces, struggling with their clothes and skins as they move on, with no clear sun or moon resting on their shoulders to reveal their scars. Yet they carry their eyes and cling to them so they do not fall from them, for many things have fallen with no way to read or sing them on the day they pass. Their destination is what they have saved of glances for such a bitter passage, and their song is a shining axe with which they cut thick ropes that even wound their voices. They crumble with it a stone of regret whose magnitude they never expected, and they pass.
2 - Steps That Scrape the Bones
We thought we had locked all the doors and windows of time, and it was never expected that it would carve a wide passage through lifetimes. With all certainty, we assumed its reins were in our hands and never imagined it would run wild and leave its footsteps as a mark on our bodies, leaving a clear drawing for anyone who wanted to believe...
How far our assumptions went, to the point that we left our faces, skins, and hearts exposed and said, 'No harm to them.' How did we not hear the steps of time scraping the bones? How were we so ignorant and illiterate regarding the scent of its fur that we did not read it, nor read a single line from the book of its seal?
Let us howl now as much as we please,
And let us howl the howl of the cursed from the left and the right.
3 - This Is Enough
Their voices no longer sufficed them, and they saw that their tones had become too narrow for them. They realized they no longer had a hoarseness or even a rasp. The shouting in which they placed their necessary boredom, weariness, and resentment—things they had grown accustomed to as essential for forging a strong lock for the eyelids—no longer left room. They abandoned things they saw as excessive and that would narrow even their whisper. Thus, they calmly turned toward their silence, repeating: This is enough, this is enough... enough.