Amorphous songs in the holy death

They were both poor and poor. In fact, everyone who was not present in the room was destitute.

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A loud laughter echoed in the silence covered by pain. It looked like a thin dumb scream that the woman threw out of her mouth through her missing teeth into the world, between laughing and crying — the smile condemned to stay in the limelight-forever. A sticky dirt, a secret; Unbeknownst to the fact that she had smeared the traces of the echo that exploded on their faces, the woman would never have been able to realize this.
They swarmed like ants. They gathered at the head of the body that triggered the question mark of life, the fireworks of death ... They could not catch up with the farewell of that immigration that was gradually reduced to a body. It was as if they were late for something other than death.
Ants were similar to humans.
It was always late for something.
This time, they are clustered around that lifeless mound they came from, sequentially in sequence; they spoke in a language we did not understand. None of them could see the sacred shroud calling for a transparent solitude, helmed by the heat of the sun, and could not touch that body that was sacrificed at the lonely altar of loneliness, which was wrapped with transparency similar to this veil, which was gradually getting colder. they did not want to take the strange trembling in their souls, they could not approach His body, they did not approach it.

They could be waiting for something. Yes yes, they were waiting for something. Unable to bear to hear the voice of loneliness - which was evident from their surprise - they were constantly muttering, embracing in a spiritual laziness and CLEARING THE COLOR OF THE BLOOD WALKING IN THE VESSELS, too much to realize that they were late. Their speech hits the walls of human poverty like a peaceful singing prayer; In the ears of deprivation it turned into the simple and loving voice of the man, echoing on the walls of that two-story wooden building where the souls of old-time grandparents wandered.

When the woman laughed, it was as if a strange and peaceful quiet kiss came to the faces of ants and genius people for no reason. It was not a tearful smile, as those who saw it said. That mad female laughter, which triggered an isolated silent cry, combined with the dead man's voice; a song began to sing for itself. His name sounded like silence. For the first time, forgetting their poverty and deprivation; they had surrendered to a song, death and life, joy and sadness at the same time.
All of them started to laugh in torrential rain… The clouds shouted a smile like rain on the waist of the rainbow… The birds in the sky were no longer unattended. Nor are the ants abandoned in the soil of the earth… While that body that stripped of its transparency and stripped off, surrendered itself to the earth; That endless song was playing in the ears of all loved ones. In the mouth of the ants he sang and then disappeared. “Goodbye, big hearted man. Rich heart boy! The birds, angels and cherry blossoms are entrusted to you. Sweeten both their souls and their mouths. Goodbye… And they became a song in unison and the broken melody of a forgotten photograph echoed in the silhouette of their solemn faces.