Some time ago, I listened to a story that seemed hard to believe. It was about a man who made bells and this is the story.
He was thrilled because he was loved in return. But his happiness lasted for a short time because his loved one, got sick and died in his arms. But she promised: " I am leaving first but call me and remember that I will come to you"
He was very sad. And he buried her. That night in the cemetery he called her but she did not come to him, she did not keep the promise and he cried and cried. He kept calling her love but she would not answer. He could not see her, felt her. And he would call her in such a loud voice that he shouted and shouted up to the point that the people threw him out of the town. He went into the fields where he kept shouting until he was left with no voice. His desperation was such that he tried to make every possible noise but his loved one seemed not to listen.
And he kept thinking what to do. Then, he made a woman out of clay but he was not satisfied and said: " I want to see her in a more lasting form because the clay will break." And he made her out of metal and embraced her with such spirit that the metal vibrated. Then, he said: " Love, I can feel you now."
He was thrilled because he was loved in return. But his happiness lasted for a short time because his loved one, got sick and died in his arms. But she promised: " I am leaving first but call me and remember that I will come to you"
He was very sad. And he buried her. That night in the cemetery he called her but she did not come to him, she did not keep the promise and he cried and cried. He kept calling her love but she would not answer. He could not see her, felt her. And he would call her in such a loud voice that he shouted and shouted up to the point that the people threw him out of the town. He went into the fields where he kept shouting until he was left with no voice. His desperation was such that he tried to make every possible noise but his loved one seemed not to listen.
And he kept thinking what to do. Then, he made a woman out of clay but he was not satisfied and said: " I want to see her in a more lasting form because the clay will break." And he made her out of metal and embraced her with such spirit that the metal vibrated. Then, he said: " Love, I can feel you now."
And the first bell was born in this way. And now men are happy making bells. Every time they make them better. Some are made out of glass others made out of gold with precious stones and others with sweet rhythmic sounds.Going back to the story, He said: " Can you listen. Can you listen?" And he laughed with great joy. And the man rescued Love from death, by making the happiest vibrations.
And tell me, who is the one who when listening to the sound of the bell does not wonder who is calling them?
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