22 April 2022

Published April 20, 2022 by rochellewisoff

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Género: Ficción Histórical
El recuento de palabras: 100

SINFONÍA VISUAL

            Carlos hunched over the piano, hands over his ears, tears stinging his eyes. “No puedo oír la música. Mi vida se acabó.”

            “Mi hijo, you’re only fifteen. So you cannot hear so well. Your life isn’t over. It is just beginning.” Papa opened a case containing tubes of color and various-sized brushes. “Your art teacher says you show gran potential.”

            Carlos rolled a brush between his fingers. “I will paint—everything!”

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            51 years later, in 1958, Delilah Mérida beamed when the Guatemalan government honored Carlos’ artistic achievement with the Order of the Quetzal. “My husband makes music for the eyes.”

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61 comments on “22 April 2022

  • Dear Rochelle,

    One door closes, another opens. It’s wonderful when a child’s talent is discovered and nurtured. His life was NOT over after all 😉

    Shalom and lotsa art-filled love,

    Dale

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    This was a delightful and inspirational story. Good for his Papa for encouraging him and good for him for taking that leap of faith. I love the wife’s words, “My husband makes music for the eyes.” You can hear the pride and joy in her voice.

    Shalom,
    Adele

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  • Ach, have I truly been away soooo long! I’ve lost my time since this new job and schedule. Wonderful story… love the phrase “music for the eyes”… art often fees that way. Or, maybe, music is art for the soul…. 🙂 ❤

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  • Dear Rochelle
    Your story reminds us all of how we shape the children with whom we are blessed. Carlos could have moped – but papa had a strong enough love to be able to encourage him to succeed in a different field.
    Shalom
    Penny
    xx

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  • I had to add an additional comment. Your verbal recording with the musical background was stunning. Your accent and language skills really added to the story. Everyone should listen to your stores well as read them.

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