خلاصه ماشینی:
The Flutist The Flutist With her back to the lone tree of the barren hill Throws away her flute: The seas remain without tides The rivers become the beds of dead fish Mossless waterfalls weep silently Yellow algae Burst the green rocks The wind Carries away the dry leaves The flute Rolls into the wound of the chest A frightened crow With a beak stained with bloody discharge Screams Its voice is muffled Blood clots always block its throat Yellow leaves have covered the valley Mares Pass by with naked flanks Women Having become weary of their wailing Scratch at their faces Men Set foot upon scorched stones To forge a path The valley Is entirely swollen From the migration of the dead In the timeless village A woman sitting on the threshold of a house's turmoil Has the lone tree of the barren hill In her eyes And the flutist Still Delves into the thresholds of the windows Ah For a long time The face of love Has been torn to shreds And termites Fleeing from the light In the vertebrae of the flutist's back Have hidden.
From the music of the stars To the lighthouse In the silent night of the chanters May I have wept, With a peri who in the misty air To the shore Turns to stone.
So that to the melody of the star Or to the claw of the sea I may chant A dove must have raised its song within my soul
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