With the physical leg Magi talked to tired, because she was wrong (and our meeting was that, and so much dark as phosphorus) continuous fall within the exceptions, too caught up in boxes that were not the people, and this does not despise anyone, without believing ourselves Mel moths Malorie in liquidation or privileged wanderers. I do not think the firefly extract greater adequacy of indisputable fact that is one of the most phenomenal wonders of the circus, and yet supposing enough awareness to realize that every time it dazzles the critter’s tummy should feel light a tickle of privilege. Similarly to the trouble Maiga loved unlikely that always stuck walking the failure of the laws in your life. Which was broken only have to cross bridges or bawling remember seeing in a glass case the lottery ticket to win just five million.For my part I had become accustomed to modest things happen to me exceptional, and was not too horrible that upon entering a dark room to collect a record album, felt bubbling in the palm of the hand the living body of a giant centimeDE I had chosen to sleep in the back of the album. That, and find great gray or green lint in a pack of cigarettes, or hear the whistle of a locomotive at exactly the time and tone needed to stop ex-office incorporated a passage from a symphony by Ludwig Van, or enter a pissottière Rue DE Medic is and see a man urinating diligently until such time that their behavior away from, turned to me and showed me, holding in the palm of your hand like a precious liturgical objects and a member of dimensions and amazing colors, and at the same instant I realized that this man was exactly like another (although it was the other) that twenty-four hours earlier, at the Sallie DE Geographer, had lectured on totems and taboos, and showed the public, holding beautifully in the palm of the hand, sticks of ivory lyre bird feathers, coins rituals, magical fossils, starfish, fish dry, photographs of royal concubines, offerings of hunters, huge stuffed beetles that shook the startled delight to Ladies inevitable.

In short, it is not easy to talk about that at this time Maiga goes by Belle ville and Pan tin surely, looking diligently the ground to find a piece of red cloth. If not found continue all night, stir in the garbage cans, glassy eyes, convinced that something horrible will happen if you do not find that piece of rescue, the signal of forgiveness or postponement. I know what that is because they also obey these signals, there are times when I have to find red rag. From childhood I just get something on the floor I have to lift it, whatever it is, because if I do a disaster will happen, not me but someone I love and whose name begins with the initial of the fallen object. The worst thing is that nothing can hold me when I drop something on the ground, nor better than another because the hex lift would work well. I have spent many times because of this crazy and I’m really mad when I do, when I rush to put together a pencil or a piece of paper that I have gone hand in hand, as the night the lump of sugar the restaurant on the rue Scribe, a restaurant with lots of managers bacán, silver foxes whores and marriages organized. We were with Ronald and Etienne, and to me I dropped a sugar cube that went into the bottom of a table quite far from ours. The first thing I noticed was the way that the lump had gone away, because in general the sugar cubes are planted barely touch the ground for obvious reasons parallelepiped. But this is driving like a mothball, which increased my apprehension, and I really believe that they had started together. Ronald, who knows me, he looked to where he had gone to the lump and began to laugh. That gave me even more fear, mixed with anger. A waiter came over thinking that I had dropped something precious, a Parker or a denture, and in reality all he did was annoy me without asking permission then dropped to the floor and began to search the lump between the shoes of the people I was full of curiosity believing (rightly) that it was something important. On the table was a plump redhead, but also a less fat slut and two managers or something. The first thing I did was realize that the lump was not in sight and that she had seen him jump up shoes (restless moving like chickens). To make matters worse the floor had carpet, and although it was used disgusting lump had hidden among the hairs and could not find it. The young man threw himself across the table and two quadrupeds were already moving between the shoes-hen began to cluck up there like crazy. The waiter was convinced of the Parker or Louis of gold, and when we were well tucked under the table, in a kind of intimacy and gloom and he asked me and I said, put a face it was like to spray it with a fixative, but I did not want to laugh, made me fear a double key in the pit of my stomach and finally gave me a real despair (the waiter had risen angry) and began grabbing women’s shoes and see if under the arch of the sole sugar would not be squat and cackling hens, roosters pecked managers me back, I heard the laughter of Ronald Etienne and as I moved from one table to another to find the hidden sugars leg behind Second Empire. And everybody mad, until I pressed the sugar in the palm of your hand and feeling like mingling with the sweat from the skin, as filthy burst into a kind of revenge sticky, that kind of episodes every day.