[Female voice singing] Forgiveness means all the staples are wrenched out, but the heart still holds together, miraculous muscle. [Deep male voice] O iló inqué astarol pe [Female voice singing] The weeping puncture wounds left by screwdrivers, nails and thumbtacks have somehow filmed over — time sits knitting... Seamless healing is part of the answer. [Deep male voice] El chao se besharol tejiendo [Female voice singing] The tools are washed and put away in freshly lined drawers, their use renewed. The heart still holds — despite the way the body has plunged inside out, the head leading, carving a tunnel down the esophagus, through yards of intestine, emerging with a pennant of blood and wrinkled organs. This, a physical betrayal, worse than heartburn. The body is ultimately hollow. [Deep male voice] O cuerpo al final está jandorro [Female voice singing] Yet suddenly what's inside has softened, what's outside is cooler and dry to the touch. The process, a bit like slipping out of the snake, or eating your own cocoon, and surviving, raw and wet, no longer angry, baby kangaroo in the pouch of your own faith. [Deep male voice] En el jorajay de tu propio orchí [Female voice singing] You will partake of this life, like sips of water; [Deep male voice] pani [Female voice singing] water, which isn't really lost down the drain at all, but filters at last to the ocean: another gift of forgiveness.
