At this point in their memories, pipe is joined on his bed, as if moved by a spring. On the wide open window was passing the white moon beams. He saw the blue sky and serene nights outdoors in the open. And he felt the nostalgia of the stream. He thought of the Pistañina had said that night would have to sing in the tavern Teberga until near dawn. And he remembered that in the tavern had a joke of the whiplash, the front and the diligence ferrocarrilana swains and mail. Pipe jumped out of bed. He fumbled his clothes after he had won fair and square and robbed in the church, and returned to his clothes laid out, without thinking, to permanently renounce the pleasures that life offered him the palace, giving up the strokes Irene and Julia’s stories, and their eyes that filled the heart of a gentle heat, but did not find the door, tiptoed out and as we saw in the street, ran like a prisoner who escapes, and then yes that could have happened in the eyes of fear escaped from a cemetery late at night carnival returned to find the sins that were in hell.

The inlet pipe in Teberga tavern was a triumph. He was received with roars of wild jubilation. His costume seemed dead buried in the best taste to the whiplash, which at that time fraternized, regardless of cars. Geraldine was almost in tears as he embraced and a choir sang together a front of the Post and a boy of Ferrocarrilana.