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I did not have enough money to take a taxi, so I asked my way, once, twice. In the end, I wandered a few hours in the blizzard that smelled of fish, before stopping, stomach shouting caffeine. Near the docks of Liverpool, I met a man who looked as if fascinated vessels sinners. It was pathetic with his childish eyes, a basket of chips lap. The tips of her fingers were red from the cold, barely heated by the warm, thin potatoes that led to his mouth, small mouth shaped o. Me, I was on the other hand, I waited my Ceylon, a Dumas on the table in faux marble. And then he got up, threw his empty tray and entered the cafe. Radio spent a Kinks song, I forget which. He ordered an Irish coffee and went to sit facing the bay. He watched the boats pass, and dockworkers cry, a thin smile stretched his lips chapped by the cold. He gnawed fingernails, ignoring the server who brought him his coffee. When I left, there was still unaffected. I walked past the trash docks, there was his little plastic tray. I looked around, I even looked at if it does not float on the wave of gray Mersey. No. Good. So maybe I invented it all, ultimately.

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I want to never be born, reborn still often when the rains break the stars of heaven forever. It's a beautiful agony as the man who wants to be, expressing all the will he can, talking to himself in secret his sweet artificial language ...

I once believed the soul, that which lies beyond the image of plastic and concrete under my skin is agitated, pulling the entrails of a whole generation during major depression in the world . I once believed in love, for a second when he got up from any his imposing figure, frail, sickly, so undermined ... And he told me! Love said:

"What am I? See what men have made me a moor full of putrid flesh and vanities!"

I cried for the Mozart Requiem. Love has played well for me. He said then he left, fled as the wind whistles in your ear or the omen the omen of the turn. Then I lifted my turn to him and cried because it was too far away to hear me whisper, whisper it, because it is a regular address to the Love and I shouted to the angel beat and I told Love:

"Look what you've done men! A forest of lost souls, wandering in hopeless maze that is the heart of the universe endowed with spirit! Love, Thou who slays the darkness of your infinite goodness, would not you also the one who went to bed one night at my bedside, harmless, for better hang myself when my weapon went mistrust? Love! Do you was what I drank my blood precious by ten, hundred, thousand times? Love is in my kind that I am sending you these words, Thou who art only fatalities, little deaths and immense despair, you, who we nausea scales up, we change yourself first, you better recognize! We were stupid enough to deceive us about your multiple accounts, but you've made the mistake we did not light up! "

And as it touched the howl of rage Love in its midst, he came by my window, looked at me and decided, anger deprive me of it all right to love and be loved. He invoked the strongest forces in which one can think here, then, profoundly shocked, he returned to other horizons.

Until that day in September, I had loved the truth. What can I tell if I like today? In any case, I I feel appreciated. And love it still sees offended because his grip on my heart is no longer - the butterflies fall, stiff as soon as they cross the boundaries of my will - I have overcome the Love! I do not like if I do say love.

And Love has only to wither again, I am sharing what I refuse his blessing as his futile passions.

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few words which, so far, me mysteriously banned

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The following ranged on the table a vase flowers and wax candles, whose reflections dancing red and yellow and blue silk curtains at the bedside of the sick.

"Do you, Mariette, he will come? - Oh! Sleep, sleep a little, madam! - Yes, I sleep soon to dream about him all eternity. "They heard someone

upstairs. "Ah! if it was him! "Murmured the dying woman, smiling, butterfly tombs already on the lips.

was a little page who brought from the Queen to the Duchess, jams, biscuits and elixirs on a silver platter.

"Ah! it does not come, "she said in a faltering voice, he will not come! Marietta, give me one of those flowers that I breathe and kisses for his sake! "Then Madame de

Montbazon, closing his eyes, remained motionless. She died for love, making his soul in the scent of a hyacinth.

A. Bertrand , Gaspard de la Nuit

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The big house uninhabitable

(inspired Lord of the Flies and The foam days )

Roman crouched against the door with as little noise as possible. It was what he usually did when the crisis came: he stared at the doorframe with a cold eye, focused on the pulse of his heart he felt the beating in his temples and even at his fingertips, under nails. He closed the door after requesting a break to Marylou who was beginning to make her scenes and had simply hoped it would suffice. But it was behind the door, his eyes wet and desolate. Him, he did not know of course, hear nothing, because his breathing became difficult and heavy groans escaped from his throat dry, tired. It smelled like dust bunnies in his lungs, as clusters of sharp stones. Or as water lilies that took all the space.

He heard a popping noise and he knew that it was part of his head that was closed, it was nothing learned. He opened the door of a single gesture Marylou and nearly fell. She Catinat, soft-spoken and sweet, followed him up the medicine chest. Roman took the small tube of eye drops yellow - "+ + hallucinatory ophthalmologist" - and two Propofan in the little green box.

Later, in the kitchen, it smelled like fajitas and decrescendo migraine went away, but Roman was always this strange feeling - the water lilies.

In the darkness of the room, he took his hat for a head cut and his pajamas for a headless body. His eyes always saw things that did not exist, which could not exist. Through the window he saw the bakery around the corner that closed shop. Hot bread, think of warm bread. He burst into tears and found him asleep Marylou like that, sitting at the window, fingers in his ears as if to protect it from exploding, or not to hear the evidence.

He had a little blood on his hands.