I dissected and left it a success.
I came out of my body like a hand from a glove and I went in a body of light, no longer beautiful, but quite different by gender and physical strength, for health and attitude.
The mind has remained the same. The wishes have not changed.
The new body made of marble and salt, contains the ferrite in the old deep scars from the margins as overblown, colored a vivid red.
If I were alone I would not afraid of anything. If I did not love I would be infallible. With my
new body, I make more effort to hold the violin. My fingers are like water on oil and cut the strings as razor blades.
each strip of the bow makes me bleed, the lower the tone, the greater the pain.
Yet they are happy, pain cleanses the filth and the heart is no longer a rag.
My internal pump has turned into a handkerchief edged with lace: we clean up the drool that drips from my mouth. Anger makes me look less human, or perhaps more 'human only a little' less pleasant. A Chaconne
to my old self, which contained honey and ambrosia. May he rest in peace, without nightmares, that when you switch to the better life you do not need more.
I try to keep myself in peace with my body in marble, salt, and the violin.
Vitali, why do not you write something that I am able to play?
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