In my mid-twenties, when I was suffering from severe panic attacks, I wanted to escape the world and become a bell ringer in a monastery. I wanted to go to a Benedictine monastery, and look up at the bell tower, and hang on a rope like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I wanted to be a bell ringer, and fly away from the pitying gazes. Only with this emotional desire, the monastery did not open its doors, and now I am waiting outside the monastery for that moment of desire. In this hermitage, at 7 a.m., an old nun, hanging on a long rope, rings the bell. Sometimes, when I lean inside the door, it seems as if she has not yet handed me over to the bell ringer. Today is Schubert, tomorrow is Gounod's Ave Maria at Sunset. ..
In my mid-twenties, when I was suffering from severe panic attacks, I wanted to escape the world and become a bell ringer in a monastery.
I wanted to go to a Benedictine monastery,
and look up at the bell tower,
and hang on a rope like the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
I wanted to be a bell ringer,
and fly away from the pitying gazes.
Only with this emotional desire,
the monastery did not open its doors,
and now I am waiting outside the monastery
for that moment of desire.
In this hermitage,
at 7 a.m.,
an old nun,
hanging on a long rope, rings the bell.
Sometimes, when I lean inside the door,
it seems as if she has not yet handed me over to the bell ringer.
Today is Schubert, tomorrow is Gounod's
Ave Maria at Sunset.
..
Thank you))