Chapter 0: Because I'm a cry in the night ...
Or how I met you.
That night, the night was already well advanced when I was walking down the street Fontenelle. The sweetness of this night is ending and the streets deserted, inviting me to a detour like to extend my drunkenness. So I decided to go through the park at the foot of the old abbey. By this time, the garden was a mass of shade, inviting me to penetrate even deeper into darkness.
I had not gone three steps when a noise, a whistling, caught my attention. It is rare to find in these times, people walking through the dark maze of black in our cities ... So I turned my gaze to the back of the park and I saw on a bench, hunched over a mass itself, and because the low light, I could not tell at the moment if it were a man or else "thing."
must tell you that this place and this bench there really something special ... On either side of the bench is two Lions, as can be seen in China, Lions luck with body Dragons ... Soon these two chimeras were soon to indulge their most terrible secret. That's where I was going to meet the most shocking of my life, the strangest ...
I also must admit that until I see it and until I talk to him, I was not much. I laughed at life and therefore death, love j'injuriais and my relationships were just erotisms passenger. So I approached
the whistle and I saw the saddest things. In the night, there was a white face, which shone very white. It was not there, a pale face, but a mask with two eye holes and a slit for the mouth. This face was the artificial extension of a twisted neck coming out of a bump, that would be hard to call the body. It was a sort of ball with this terrible mask that covered I do not know what. In the darkness, I saw hanging on a cane, deformed hands, as I amputated ... startled and even retreated.
"- I made you afraid? "The voice was human
and even sweet and pleasant had it not had that whistle from behind the mask. I guessed then that the man was breathing with great difficulty.
"- Do not worry, I'm a monster from the outside. "I have nothing
answered. I do not know why but I knew from the first words he uttered that my life would be changed this time a dice irreparably.
"- I do not trust and men of the night and I see that you are a ... "
I stood there staring at this man. I must admit that it was curiosity that made me accept his invitation to sit beside him.
"- The night itself bears the traces of those who want to roam without having to crawl under the agreed look, fake smiles and loud mouths ... The night time is the life of exiles, those who can walk land on the body without raising his eyes to the stars. "
At this point, I do not understand, but his voice had a certain charm and I stayed. I stayed until the end my friend and I believe I was the only one. I returned many times in this garden, which was also the grave of your love. But I did know that later.
"- I think we are all exiles. Long ago I lost my kingdom. Exile has no color, no skin, no heart ... "
I dared look at him and when he interspersed his sentences of silence, I saw myself as a being lost. I asked him his name.
"" I have had many names. Human names, names of animals but the people are dead ... Call me Remy. I think it was under this name that many recognize me. Although Remy is dead. "I raised my eyes
to the mask and speaking to me, I do not know why, I guessed in this white shell a sad face, sadder than sadness. Instinctively, I took a liking to this strange character.
"No," said he, not right away ... But you know, I have not always looked like this life ... When you loose, you amputate it, bit by little bit ... And it lasts, it lasts. Until death ensues! "
I do not know if they really eyes met my eyes that night but something new came into my life ...
" - People go through here, but it does not stop. You know I knew many cities and many places but that's all going to end, this is what the grave of my love and here I would stop permanently. "
His fingers are misshapen the knob of his cane, the body of a naked woman.
"-it happens, you just crossed my path and you'll be the last to know ..." I was
launch an objection, but the mask turned his head toward me.
"Look around you, no one ... If you came from, there's a reason. People do not cross with impunity. Why you do not know ... Come back tomorrow ... "
He then got up and I could see that body, twisted, deformed, swollen and I admit that is was the only time I had a sort of disgust on seeing the body sick, monstrous body.
He then turned to me and I swear that mask cried, I swear that the mask seemed to have become an imprint of pain that I froze and froze me to the depths of my heart. I do not know what is concealed behind but what was certain was the suffering that overflowed on all sides, a suffering that even the mask did not know remember.
"" I have not always been like that ... you know only see the beautiful the ugly ... We liked other monsters know better than anyone ... Come back tomorrow. "Se
were the last words uttered my strange companion for the night. I knew that I would return the next day.
Oh my friend, if you knew ... The lack of others is the worst thing. The world without the other is a monster ... The real monster is the world without you ... I miss you, as you missed it ... I do not yet know his name ...
My friend I miss you ...
Or how I met you.
That night, the night was already well advanced when I was walking down the street Fontenelle. The sweetness of this night is ending and the streets deserted, inviting me to a detour like to extend my drunkenness. So I decided to go through the park at the foot of the old abbey. By this time, the garden was a mass of shade, inviting me to penetrate even deeper into darkness.
I had not gone three steps when a noise, a whistling, caught my attention. It is rare to find in these times, people walking through the dark maze of black in our cities ... So I turned my gaze to the back of the park and I saw on a bench, hunched over a mass itself, and because the low light, I could not tell at the moment if it were a man or else "thing."
must tell you that this place and this bench there really something special ... On either side of the bench is two Lions, as can be seen in China, Lions luck with body Dragons ... Soon these two chimeras were soon to indulge their most terrible secret. That's where I was going to meet the most shocking of my life, the strangest ...
I also must admit that until I see it and until I talk to him, I was not much. I laughed at life and therefore death, love j'injuriais and my relationships were just erotisms passenger. So I approached
the whistle and I saw the saddest things. In the night, there was a white face, which shone very white. It was not there, a pale face, but a mask with two eye holes and a slit for the mouth. This face was the artificial extension of a twisted neck coming out of a bump, that would be hard to call the body. It was a sort of ball with this terrible mask that covered I do not know what. In the darkness, I saw hanging on a cane, deformed hands, as I amputated ... startled and even retreated.
"- I made you afraid? "The voice was human
and even sweet and pleasant had it not had that whistle from behind the mask. I guessed then that the man was breathing with great difficulty.
"- Do not worry, I'm a monster from the outside. "I have nothing
answered. I do not know why but I knew from the first words he uttered that my life would be changed this time a dice irreparably.
"- I do not trust and men of the night and I see that you are a ... "
I stood there staring at this man. I must admit that it was curiosity that made me accept his invitation to sit beside him.
"- The night itself bears the traces of those who want to roam without having to crawl under the agreed look, fake smiles and loud mouths ... The night time is the life of exiles, those who can walk land on the body without raising his eyes to the stars. "
At this point, I do not understand, but his voice had a certain charm and I stayed. I stayed until the end my friend and I believe I was the only one. I returned many times in this garden, which was also the grave of your love. But I did know that later.
"- I think we are all exiles. Long ago I lost my kingdom. Exile has no color, no skin, no heart ... "
I dared look at him and when he interspersed his sentences of silence, I saw myself as a being lost. I asked him his name.
"" I have had many names. Human names, names of animals but the people are dead ... Call me Remy. I think it was under this name that many recognize me. Although Remy is dead. "I raised my eyes
to the mask and speaking to me, I do not know why, I guessed in this white shell a sad face, sadder than sadness. Instinctively, I took a liking to this strange character.
"No," said he, not right away ... But you know, I have not always looked like this life ... When you loose, you amputate it, bit by little bit ... And it lasts, it lasts. Until death ensues! "
I do not know if they really eyes met my eyes that night but something new came into my life ...
" - People go through here, but it does not stop. You know I knew many cities and many places but that's all going to end, this is what the grave of my love and here I would stop permanently. "
His fingers are misshapen the knob of his cane, the body of a naked woman.
"-it happens, you just crossed my path and you'll be the last to know ..." I was
launch an objection, but the mask turned his head toward me.
"Look around you, no one ... If you came from, there's a reason. People do not cross with impunity. Why you do not know ... Come back tomorrow ... "
He then got up and I could see that body, twisted, deformed, swollen and I admit that is was the only time I had a sort of disgust on seeing the body sick, monstrous body.
He then turned to me and I swear that mask cried, I swear that the mask seemed to have become an imprint of pain that I froze and froze me to the depths of my heart. I do not know what is concealed behind but what was certain was the suffering that overflowed on all sides, a suffering that even the mask did not know remember.
"" I have not always been like that ... you know only see the beautiful the ugly ... We liked other monsters know better than anyone ... Come back tomorrow. "Se
were the last words uttered my strange companion for the night. I knew that I would return the next day.
Oh my friend, if you knew ... The lack of others is the worst thing. The world without the other is a monster ... The real monster is the world without you ... I miss you, as you missed it ... I do not yet know his name ...
My friend I miss you ...
PS: Of course these words are completely turned to thee P VP ... They are for you ... With all my love ... Even if it nothing more ...
Re PS: For obvious reasons this is a shorter version of chapter ... Maybe one day ...
They have been written about the music: Dresden Dolls, The Cure and Louisa John Kroll ...
The illustration is by Monet.
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