Warm greetings to the friends of hive. I come to this community to greet you and to tell you about the music at work, in the daily tasks I perform. It may seem strange for a rough working man to talk about music in this context. I am in the bush making charcoal. I remember my high school teacher telling me that the first songs were about work.
In Cuba there has been a lack of electricity due to breakage of thermoelectric plants or lack of fuel. So it is difficult to cook and also the lighting and the operation of household appliances. That is why I am making charcoal to supply the need in the kitchen.
When the axe furiously hit the trunk again and again the music became loud. Then as fatigue set in, the drumming slowed down until it faded out.
This sounds like a story of resilience. I learned that term from my wife who is an intellectual. Really for me the story is about looking for viable alternatives to get out of the problem that is affecting us. Not losing faith that everything can get better if we assume a positive attitude can keep us well. Listening to the sounds around us and turning them into music.
That chopped firewood is placed on the ground in the shape of a cone or pyramid. Then it is covered with straw and earth and is set on fire at the top, and it will be several days of watching that it does not burn because a hole opens up and the air hits it and everything turns to ashes.
While we are there other sounds become music, the mockingbirds perched in the trees or on the electric wires trill a pleasant and always new melody, it is the music of nature. Many people come to help or to browse and comment or give advice.
The view is beautiful, the countryside is green and I feel like inventing and singing a song while I work.
Beautiful land in spring
Green grass smiling
I see my bride laughing
Already receives her first.
The firewood burns and waits for me
I can't go on because I'm not a composer
Lairars lairara I keep on humming that which I have invented.
Night falls and the natural violins begin to sound. Many crickets can be heard in the bush, it sounds like a string concert. The firewood begins to crackle, then the sounds come together and a whole orchestra of violins, cellos, guitars, lutes, bass. I can imagine all that.
There is a tremendous heat the mountain of firewood was burning slowly and we are already removing the earth from above now the firewood made charcoal when exposed to fresh air resonates as if it were going to split like tense guitar strings that break.
We are already finished, my brother-in-law and some neighbors have joined me. Also the music of nature, the music of my imagination and a small radio that I brought to be oriented. If you are curious you can ask, thank you for joining me with your reading.
I keep imagining a concert because a Cuban singer says that music is everywhere, you just have to learn to listen.
The images used in the publication are my own taken with my wife's Redmi 12C cell phone. English translation by
Deepl Traslate.
