To Xavier Losano

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

I wrote this in Arabic and rendered it in English using Google Translate.

As the businessman sped to his office downtown, shouting unmentionables at the drivers around him, not because of the nature of their driving but because the man was already late (he had forgotten to charge his phone the previous night and did not wake up until the rays of the rising sun glanced over the creases of his eyelids), and he passed this steel barricade in his luxury car, did it occur to him that it might one day become a musical instrument?
 
And seven years before that, when the twenty-year-old police officer was placing the barricade in front of a branch of the bank «CatalunyaCaixa» one winter morning, and the cold steel stung his palms, was he able to feel the possibility of melodies that lay dormant within the hollow metal pipes?
 
And three years before the barrier’s installation, as the steel was being smelted at a factory in Los Barrios, and the molecules of metal were swimming, churning and mingling with each other with fiery enthusiasm, did one of the molecules announce, “In my life, I will not be confined to practicality at the expense of artistic expression, or vice versa, but rather I will divide my time between the two"?
And did his colleagues let out wry electromagnetic chuckles not so much in denial of this possibility (i.e., the possibility of achieving a life that balances practical and aesthetic considerations) but rather because they found their colleague quite arrogant?
 
Perhaps one replied, "Well, let's wait and see what you become."
 
“Yes,” another added, “Maybe despite your big talk, you will end up a dumpster and spend an entire century swallowing moldy pasta, expired batteries and dirty diapers!”
 
But the bold molecule remained patient and magnanimous, for he was immersed in anticipation of the moment when Xavier Losano would raise the barricade to his lips: "How refreshing the air currents will be ... how rapturous the vibrations and resonant frequencies will be as they pass through me." In the midst of the blazing foundry, the little molecule could even imagine the notes of the melody that Xavier Losano would one day play on the rusty roadblock:
 
"The melody will start around D4 and for a fleeting moment reach F4, glory be to God, before descending to G2 in all its mystery. Yes, that descent will evoke the listener’s descent into a rustic valley to water his horse from a pure stream… Finally we all will settle down -- the melody, the listener, and the vibrations of my own microscopic body -- on the tonic D3."
Might not all things around us sing one day?


Submitted: March 16, 2021

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