The silence of the strings..

part 3

"3"

Teresa. Walking through the streets to the tune of a naked woman holding a cello and playing with smoke flowing between his fingers. The dream that haunts my dreams and my reality, who is this haunted woman? Melodies excite my ears and the heart dances on the cello strings. Thanks to him, he became my hated lover. It is like a painting that an artist painted before he committed suicide, and his painting haunts my proud soul.

To stand in front of a university. He specialized in the Faculty of Literature and Music History. She closes her eyes for a while, then opens them, moving forward into the university, which is filled with people. She walks step by step until she reaches her class, and sits at the top of the stairs, waiting for the first lessons of the first day.

The place was full of noise, but she was filled with the silence of waiting. A girl sat next to her and greeted her, but Teresa did not notice. Because she was looking out the window and the haunted melody was melting into her soul. The girl remained silent, annoyed with Teresa, then greeted her with her hand again. Teresa smiled after seeing him and replied in sign language: "Hello." The girl replied, embarrassed by his bad opinion of her. Little did she know that she was deaf and mute. "Let's get to know each other. My name is Diana, from London, Britain," she said. Then she extended her hand to shake hands. Then Teresa shook his hand and said: "My name is Teresa and I'm from here." Diana replied: "Oh, so you're from Milan." Beautiful." Then Teresa laughed: "Yes, what do you think of Milan?" Diana smiled and said: "You are certainly asking me. Gorgeous, and also all Italian, as beautiful as your green eyes." Teresa smiled shyly and said: "And you also have eyes that resemble the clear blue sky of London, drowning me in its wet sea, and your yellow locks make the sun ashamed of your brightness." Diana's eyelids turn red with Teresa's gorgeous hair, and she responds, "Oh, you're really ashaming me. You're so talented with hair." Teresa replied with a smile: "It was the angel who felt, not me." Diana and Teresa laughed. Until the teacher came. The gypsies left the place. And the stern voices in front of him. He put his bag on the table. All eyes were on him. He took the blackboard and wrote his name (the teacher) on the board. Julián Cabro, teacher of musicology and history. Then the speaker turns to them and says: "Welcome. I am happy to have you at this wonderful college, and believe me, you will find it better than you thought. Now I ask each of you to introduce yourself." Everyone introduces themselves until it's Theresa's turn. Teresa then stands up and introduces herself using sign language. "Hello, my name is Teresa Arberdo. I was born deaf and mute and lived my life and upbringing in Milan. My identity is music in all its forms, but the cello is myself." Strings are my language, which is why I chose the Faculty of Arts and Music History to learn more about them and learn more about them. Thank you Jack for helping me translate my words, and thank you everyone for listening. Everyone applauded her, and Jack replied, "No need to thank you." He bows to her out of respect.

Julian stood up, smiling at Teresa's beautiful introduction and said, "Thank you all, but I have a question for Teresa. Since you are deaf and mute, can you understand me? Without sign language." He waves her hand towards his lips. He continues, saying: "I mean the language of the lips." Teresa nodded yes, and Julian smiled and said: "Okay, let's start the lesson."

Sperenza and her friends participate in a demonstration against the Shiites and violence against women. The boards are a fighter above us. With the wind, the leaves tumble angrily. Damn everyone who oppressed the oppressed and generously poured out his generosity. But the offspring of the wrongdoers coughed in a muddy place. And the oppressed, his victory is Labid's promise of ease, his giving is an answerable right.

One of the Shiites threw a stone at Sperenza's head. After that, Sperenza lost consciousness from the force of the blow. Her friends gathered around her and took her to the hospital, angry at what they had done to her.

Gabriella was holding a cup of lemonade, but her heart sank with fear until she dropped the cup and it broke due to her daughter's groans. She placed her hand on her chest as if it were her opponent's words. She works as a journalist, so she knew what happened to her heartbeat, Sprenza. To run towards her and her torn soul.