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 The
violin
To a sale to the pole, the town crier lifted a
violin.
It was dirty, scratched and splintery.
The ropes hung you loosen and the town crier thought
you/he/she was not worth the punishment
to waste so much time with the old violin, but it lifted him/it
with a smile.
"That offer you do me, gentlemen"? it shouted.
"We depart from ...50 European"!.
" 55"! it said a voice.
Then sixty.
" 65"! another said.
Then seventy.
"Seventy European, one; seventy European, two; seventy
European...."
From the fund of the room a man from the grey hair advanced and
taken the bow.
With the handkerchief it dusted the old violin, extended the
loosened ropes, it grasped him/it with energy and it played a
pure and sweet melody as the song of the angels.
When the music stopped, the town crier, with a calm and low voice
it said:
"How much you offer me for the old violin"?.
And it lifted him/it together with the bow.
"Five hundred, and who says thousand European? Thousand!
And who says 1500?
1500, one;
1500, two;
1500 and three, awarded"! the town crier said.
People applauded, but some asked:
"What you/he/she has changed the value of the violin"?.
Ready the answer came:
"The Teacher's touch"!.
If in some circumstance of the life it is found again there
as old violins, useless, dirty, scratched and splintery;
no fear.
We have a certainty: we are able to make marvelous things.
Enough "the Teacher's touch"....
Good Week!
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