Sayfu 'd-Din and drop
Sayfu 'd-Din was sitting on a white rock of Musina. Above him were the long twisted branches of an oak tree, his feet rotting leaves that winter had not yet managed to take away. It was at a more gentle slope than the steep path he had to travel to get there, and there sobbing, covering his face with his hands, because, despite being out of sight of other men, he felt ashamed their tears. Between a dry nose and pulled to the other, stretched out his right arm and continuing to hide his face with his left hand, put his right in the middle of a bush. She opened her hand and closed fist tightening in some thorny branches.
"I prefer that my pain would flow bleeding from the meat, rather than the form of tears from his eyes," he thought to himself.
His eyes slowly stopped crying, and breathing became more regular. Then, leaving the thorns, called him her hand and looked at her: "Holy whore! But what came over me? Not even putting his hand in a trap I would get an effect like this." The hand was a pool of blood and in fact, having never seen a lake filled with blood, was what he thought. He could not look away from the hand: he was astonished by the color of blood and crimson, over all, was impressed by the flow of blood that ran through the lines in the flow of the hand, the same as some say they know how to read the past and life to come.
After a few minutes, I forget the tears and absorbed in the contemplation of what he saw as a show, a drop of rain that fell miraculously from a cloudless sky stood on his hand.
Sayfu 'd-Din, his mouth wide open like a demented, he looked up, not a cloud. At that, always open-mouthed like a madman (a madman who, however, it is certain that there are no clouds), looked down: you saw the feet. He lifted his feet: the dead leaves. Then moves the leaves with their feet: the muddy ground.
"What is it? Me I'm a rincojonì?!? Only a lunatic would look to the ground to make sure that the drop that has rained on hand has fallen from the ground," he thought Sayfu 'd-Din.
"Why are you crying?".
Sayfu 'd-Din, worried, turned left and right, then left and right again, then asked, "Who said that?".
"DID YOU WRONG REQUEST. You should ask where does the voice I hear, not" Who said ?"!".
"Okay, then tell me, where is your voice?"
"DID YOU WRONG NEW! I said you should ask where does the voice I hear, NOT "WHERE IS YOUR VOICE?" Because the voice I hear I do not. "
Sayfu 'd-Din spread well nostrils to block the nerves that was going to own it and calm down, repeated the question as had been suggested to do.
"You did it FINALLY! THE VOICE YOU HEAR THAT COMES FROM YOUR HANDS. Guardala: VI see a mouth. "
Sayfu 'd-Din, after having looked at his hand and said,' What do you mean? There is no hand on my mouth. "
" Are you crazy? How many hands are you? ".
" Two. "
" HOW MANY HANDS YOU looking at? "
" A: the left. You know, it's my favorite because it is the one I use less ... I mean ... I mean that I use when I work less, not when ... "
" DO NOT CONTINUE WITH YOUR AMEN, SO I DO NOT WANT WHAT YOU MAKE USE OF YOUR HANDS. The only thing is that I DEFY YOU TEST MY WORDS WATCH THE OTHER HAND, THE RIGHT ".
Sayfu 'd-Din is slowly brought his right fist still bleeding near the face, then, starting from the little finger, raised a finger at a time: a mouth! A mouth full of teeth in a hand full of fingers!
"Have you seen? The voice I hear comes from the mouth you see. CONSIDER Fortune, which is a privilege to see with their eyes what the ears hear. "
" And not only that: I have the privilege to touch. However, not that I'm squeamish or easily scared, but you levarti from my hand? "
" HOLD THE PALM REST AND WELL OPEN YOUR HAND ON THE TRUNK OF AN OAK so I can MOVE.
Sayfu 'd-Din supported the hand on the oak tree under which he was sitting. He felt a strong heat, then, suddenly, he had the feeling that his hand was made of oak. He took her hand and looked at the palm, not just the mouth was gone, but even wounds that had caused were gone.
"HEY, you idiot! BUT WHERE DID YOU MOVE ME? PUTTING hand a PO 'UP NO MORE, EH? HERE is too low, CI PISCO THE DOGS OF THE WHOLE PROVINCE ALSO THOSE OF TOURISTS DOG! "
" Do not say that now I'll get you a higher ".
Sayfu 'd-Din stuck a finger in his mouth and pulled up the tree, the height of the face .
"I am indebted to you: you have healed my hand, whose condition had been caused by my pain. Tell me, is there anything I can do for you? ".
" SAYFU 'D-DIN, TELL ME: Why you crying? ".
" I'll answer, but before you answer I want to know what happened. Who are you? How can you be? Who sent you? ".
" SAYFU 'D-DIN, Your questions are mine too. The only thing I can tell you is that before THIS I WAS THE MOUTH OF A HAWK TEAR WHICH REACHED BY YOUR PAIN, made me fall on your hand. BE THE FIRST TO TEAR THE HAWK I WAS IN A CLOUD, CLOUD IN BEFORE I WAS in the pee of a fox, in the pee BEFORE I WAS IN FOX LAKE, BEFORE I WAS IN A STREAM IN LAKE; BEFORE THE I WAS A STREAM IN GLACIER, GLACIER IN BEFORE I WAS IN A SUNBEAM; BEFORE THE SUNBEAM I WAS IN A SEA EAST; VARS Before that I HAVE TO BE A WOMAN IN LOVE, MANY YEARS AGO. THE WOMAN WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU, SO THAT IN A LIFE NOW THAT YOU HAVE LIVED, you were her husband. MY MEMORY IS STILL HERE, BUT CERTAINLY HAVE BEEN IN MANY OTHER THINGS. YOU SEE THAT MY IDENTITY Is not well defined, HAVE BEEN MANY THINGS. "
" I understand ... well, I do not understand. Tell me, that woman, what was it called? I, like my name? We were happy? He cried because of me? "
" Only at the last answer of your questions. WOMAN THOU you left I'm crying. THE PAIN THAT YOU CALLED ME TODAY is THE SAME WHEN YOU TRY TO MI. SAYFU 'D-DIN, now I come home, He'll say one more time WHY cry. "
His mouth disappeared into the oak.
" No! Come back! Show yourself! Tell me, who are those lips? From him? "
Oak silent.
Sayfu 'd-Din, confused and in disbelief, retraced the path that brought him this far.
