Bastien Shoes

The groom Haw

Devoted to Janet and to Yoko

Do possess-t I my property? A man wondered, advanced with great speed his corpus and flensed it until its cracked bones.

By advertence

Floats it does signs fallen in air dust left by the tin tan on its cheeks and its arms.

It pelted as a wild animal in a cage, in this small piece of closed house and examined with impatience to the mirror sets up on the placard door

While an Asian girl put nude half on a bed to the under window

The hours dormies there is, that did the clever time for its dreaminesses.

The man looked at his square profile a not very yellow one

His big ices that covers a third of his face

Its teeth, his big bell

By the mirror reflection.

It is probably conscious of the essential one that opposed for him to the mist.

It could need a paillis to prevent the erosion of his neurone caused by the worries and the insomnia. An uncertainty principle could note proof by the miracle for calm his spirit.

A scruple obtruded its years of wretched spirit there is. Now it is on the misfortune state.

If yes, it continued his mute remark of soliloquy

Have-t I two bodies then, the one I been born with and the one I hold?

The fact rather clever, the one I hold

To mop up my bad karmas or my type enough to furnish my spirit with the tools? It hitched its Orteils in top, his nose, his stomach and his neck. While doing this, it could see suddenly foreseen on The mirror, The pictures of his mem to long terme­ory that can dispatch the response to come in his Frontal cortex.

A wick of his flesh, the one that has not intrinsic basic Transformed reality in the various manners and the different expressed emotions, blocked his view. Nothing came in the existence.

It spread its kernels in the canal of the synapses and provoked a madness blow that broke his internal Silence.

The sounds awakened his hypothalamus gone to sleep where

It kept to leaves all secret things that it is afraid of. Even it noticed certain aspects of his Own nature there. It cannot push their immutability.

The Asian girl

Moved slowly his body on the bed and traced on the virgin crunchy white compartment waves that disappeared slowly the time, his glimmer body yellow gave to read a shaved triangle

A flat stomach colored with the dragon tattoo. She raised his head, pays attention to the man in flesh. Impassive. She pulled to him:

You seem of a wild cat of the in front of and a dragon in the behind.

His head felt down below on the pillow again as an avalanche of ice of a high mountain and Slept again

Allowed the heroin to kill more neurones in his brain.

These words seemed as a vlan of an old story, the time animals spoke to hold and God kept the secret his own corpus.

The man observed the fervent picture that insinuated the true one. This time, regardless of him

Will say, the mirror could flash the reflex one between what it saw and that the girl said. Of more, that will not stop it to the global network, even.

It swallowed up neurones.

It is striven to understand itself and proposed the conclusion:

All has a potential one to be true.

It murmured that the proof, sharp its just orteils on the ground to form his true Conviction.

The man sat on the front party of the bed of the girl

Gone to sleep to sleep by a story of anecdotic of the time it took its matters to Tokyo. Evoquant crossed his memory sednile.

It sat on his office chair when Yagi poured for him a tea bowl as

Normal, third every hour of a day of work.

This time, she splashed the bowl with a white one Bloomed the flower of allot on which

Yano the head of true cutting rested.

As usual, she got up, the half of head inclined, the hands clothed directly next to its hips, awaiting until it finished sweeping his tea, begin the others have office.

The man practically bounced by the scene, pulled without turning his head.

Yagi, that do I see in my tea bowl? It whistled with the rage that shook the Glass of the window.

No piece for the misadventure of any type.

She is felt taking herself a saddle and his mood began crawling.

You direct my honor

She laughed nervously out with a shameful attitude.

Cantankerous.

The man reddened when it noticed a pile had taking forms next to his head floating.

I empty you.

It whistled with a reprimand behavior.

You also Iwaki, indicating the accountant behind his big ices.

I pay you to keep my head floats on my tea bowl? It chattered. Do something or you all did.

His reaction melted several persons in the office.

In the silence, they froze their heart beatings to escape which is inevitable.

The accountant student his head and pronounced.

You should think two times before of empties me. I did not do hocus your bowl of tea. I did not do even

Notice drinks you as much tea by the day.

The woman lost his pretty thinness.

She is raised likes itself a salty sculpture, awaiting to be

Disappeared by rain.

The small gray cat entered

By the small door of kitchen behind the office of Yogi

After several days lacking.

It turned its feet, apparently sick and

To foamed on its shoes.

It looked at it with a scatterbrained look as if it wanted to say, I know

The history.

Not to worry.

Your employer will turn you only green.

Since this day, the things changed. Crosswise, Yano looked for the flesh that projected the Illusion that it became. It hung on to his idea and foresaw it to become a trifle.

For the moment, after several years, it huddled only behind his shadow.

Not rather courageous to walk above and to hold it.

The it is easy as that, it concluded

Otherwise, it will bleat in my spirit and annoys me forever.

The paranoia took the spirit of Yano since this time.

When the hold court sun in the middle of the sky, the shadows disappear around my rhythms, it quoted.

Only a dark reflex tin subscribed.

It cannot fake his illusion length for calm his spirit a little.

The time oscillated that it possessed and

Trembled which left behind in a quick rhythm to cheat it.

Yano the evanescent conscience divided in two the at this point in time specific haste and it can think about which it possesses without the fear.

Maybe his true nature is a particle subatomique.

For the moment

Thought it is showed when it sat on the unique chair of Yagi.

The light dazzled of the and the lowered shadows with a bliss direction.

When

The thought came elsewhere

In any kingdom of the shadow

It repressed it.

It never fought to keep it to leaves.

It considered only that is not forever

And thought can animate itself again

The full moon in the bay sector where it has remained the Crabs of fishing of weekend, flew

His shadow.

The brilliant leaves assured that

The flights are next to his internal body and.

The moon light cannot be trusted

They must frighten it

It fought the night to obtain it from return.

Undulations resounded to the far his darkness

The wind of Hove it can stop

It became solitary while his gone shadow

Of more, it kept the secret the one it possesses.

Yano looked at Yagi remained on his bed next to the washbasin, where the aiguilles and the powder of white Heroin Afghan yelled omen.

Only the silence came to note in its eyes

A long heavy silence that has too to forget and

Do not enough recall.

A thin package of happiness launched a light violet around its eyes' the corner.

While his spirit went on foot around the speed of time of Planck

Yano liked to take "to the flight" His reflex one.

There is not elementary proof

It repeated several times for calm his own spirit.

Yagi incited nervously its legs on the bed and snored until the awake man she.

What do you want? She whistled with an aggressive tone of voice.

It soiled to her and said:

The this is the just time for me to leave.

I do not allow you does not go as this, she underlined.

Do something. Become a wild animal rather. An elephant, maybe you will have a Better look.

Dampened its hands became when she seized his arm.

Its eyes looked at fabric rested on the mirror.

Why does the reflex one of the mirror bend a luster a white form?

What did you to your picture? She asked

Where did you store it? Is it disappeared?

She left his mass of twitched energy on the bed as a ladder subatomique. Then, his true one

Nature Soughed.

It can re appears elsewhere

In his perfect state of uncertainty.

Yagi lost the interest in temporality. She perceived quicker things than before. The one could think that a cosmic network checked his brain. What she did not write is a third of what she understood. Person can explain how she has soutired this state. She has not histories to say, the memory to recall. All remained the same, a geisha for his master during the week, a prostitute in the weekend.

His force disappeared slowly.

She replaced it by the fear and now by the heroin.

His divine beauty always bloomed at the age of twenty-eight.

Stylized eyes

The proportional Asian breasts

She always played koto, a soliloquy rite for her

Yano never did the attention.

It all neglected of her.

It never asked where she obtained the heroin or if she had matters with the other men. One one while it will say, can-j' to call a doctor? She recognized the truth of his attitude. It does a question. At least, we divided a small portion of dignity left the passed that I cannot remember even.

When she played the magic sounds this nude sounds soul

She stopped suddenly and conceived a geisha forms to jumble his sensation.

She had flashed return of his time to the member of community of Hanamachi of the Kyoto.

She saw herself to eighteen in an ochayas- the tea parlor, where the maiko and the geiko amused.

The geisha more acclaimed in the parade of tayu in Shimabara, she was.

Yano did not like the music.

It did not understand it.

She played only for Yujii, an old poet of seventy-five old years that came to caress its Breasts three hours a day during the weekend and covers his body with the perfumes while she played nude koto.

It told concordamment the poems of haiku that reflected the spirit of Yagi in this specific moment.

This relation became a mirror on which she can contemplate the speed of his spirit.

She traveled in the intervals of grade and does be quiet

Its medsanges erected under the fingers of Yujii

Soutired an oasis where a sounds of crystal awakened his desire gone to sleep as spring dragonflies.

She never left the piece of closed house for even a day.

The foods, the perfumes, the kimonos and the heroin, Yujii furnished all.

Of him, she learned the history of a geisha celebrates that lived at the end of the Period of Meiji around 1912. She was his first mistress to his young age in Kyoto. His music was as old as the poems as it told, it said it.

Yagi never said a word in front of him.

To raised even his head to show the eyes to spleeny.

Always closed his just hemisphere

To stuck the sensation in his gene.

Yujii can see, under his face credmeux white

The light violet hypnotique in its eyes.

The silence dressed his hot body.

The haiku of Yujii examined to them

When Yagi is dead in the fall 1925

A rainy Friday to 2:00 afternoon a lot of dead, gurgled leaves under the people feet

A page delivered the life of Yujii and Yano.

Yano and Yujii became friends since this day. They bought a small sanctuary around the community of Hanamachi of Kyoto; alongside Hanamikoji where they contemplated bloomed cherries in the spring. There, they posted all its property in the principal piece: his ash, his koto, its hair, its kimonos, and the mirror.

They came separately to

Honor his memory.

Yujii, in the silence, caressed the jar of ash for three hours all the Fridays, Saturday and Sunday

Charmed by the memory of sounds of crystal and

Three poetries' the s clothes

An energy visionary came from the jar of the ash a day, the lit up.

It is committed suicide three years later in the sanctuary, not as a Samouraa¯ to that it is an authentic descent, but while sniffing the ash of Yagi, the day it noticed nothing lacks even she.

Yano always visited the sanctuary without the special intention.

It is not realized the time had passed and

Yagi no longer is living. It came and sat on the bed of Yagi as usual

Kept the mirror covered and blocked its ears with the wax.

It forgot of his shadow and

What it possesses.

It rested there.

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