The Piano Tuner of Earthquakes Page #2
And the unofficial?
And this place?
It's an asylum.
Or rather a sanctuary,
for those who have undergone
the most fatal of traumas.
Those people you saw earlier,
we call them the gardeners.
But they are patients here,
have been given back to themselves.
Oh, don't look so serious,
Mr. Fernandez.
After a while,
you get used to the confusion.
'On my way back from the first
automaton, I spied through the trees,
high up on the hillside,
what appeared to be
the ruins of a baroque grotto.'
Am I disturbing you, Mr. Felisberto?
It's real, isn't it?
Do you think it was planned?
No.
1755. It was the earthquake
in Lisbon.
And the tremors
were felt as far as Salamanca.
How would you know such a thing,
Mr. Felisberto?
It's my only gift.
I can hear anything
between a sneeze and infinity.
No doubt you come
from a long line of piano tuners.
For three centuries, we Fernandezes
have never had children.
Then... how were you born?
Ah, Doctor... that's the secret
of our sainted mothers.
had reached an understanding.'
So we have destiny to thank
for permitting us to be
what we will become to each other.
'End of my first day
at the Villa Azucena.'
'To my surprise, I have entirely
retuned the first automaton.'
admitted that he failed to predict
the effects of the sea air
upon his machines.'
'And then, I was close to fainting
from repeatedly holding my breath
while I scraped
an almost microscopic mould
off the most intricate
flywheel imaginable.'
'The Doctor's constructs are almost
frightening in their subtlety.'
'The machine revealed
that miraculously
'It's true, they are not pianos,
but I'm certainly
enjoying the privilege
of working on
these mechanical marvels.'
'He said not to call them toys,
their purpose.'
And was that singing
I heard last night?
You play the black keys
and I'll sing the white.
I think of you...
...as a powerful tree,
shivering in a stormy sky.
Very hard from the roots upwards,
which are plunged into
the quivering matter of life itself.
It rises, as if drawn
by the gulf of the heights.
And shudders, as the wind stirs
the leaves along its backbone...
...as my fingernails mount
the tender furrows of your back...
...from the dampness of your thighs...
...to the nape... of your neck.
'The next morning, as I was working
on the second automaton,
I'm thinking that I was
a little out of my depth.'
Here is the ormolu magnet
you asked for.
The Doctor told me to tell you
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