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November 17th, 2011 | admin

JOEL, Spanish for real.

It was a Monday morning it was fine, and as in any good movies and good books, birds singing and the sun shone, it was 8:00 in the morning, a small village in Spain woke up slowly, commercial gradually open their doors, the baker was drinking his coffee at a local bar before returning to its growing, and the oldest all opened their shutters, in short the village was quiet. when suddenly a loud cry was heard, he came to the house of Paella, was the house of a family of West Indian who had settled here for two years, and to integrate better, had changed their name … The mother, Mamadou Paella, was pregnant for 9 months, and everyone expected her confinement with impatience, because before you get pregnant Mamadou paella and her husband had attempted several times to have this child, but nothing worked, and c is when they let down and abandoned the idea that they realized through numerous discharges that nausea and Mamadou Paella was pregnant … And today is the big day, the newborn finally arrives in the village Half of the village stood before the house inhabited by the family paella, they were all waiting to see the baby inside the father and midwife of the village applied to welcome the newcomer, after d an hour he pointed the tip of his nose, and after 10 minutes he was there, in great shape, he weighed 3 pounds, and his father and mother had decided to call Joel, in honor attendant crushed by the village the statue of the village, which represented a car, which was installed in honor attendant before Joel. The whole village welcomed him with tenderness, all the villagers took him for their own child is happy in this atmosphere that Joel grew up. And the years went by as fast as cars that do not respect speed limits. But, yes there is a but, being the youngest of the village or the average age was 40 and 70 years, Joel was bored . Arrived at 15, the only friend of Joel was on TV, besides home Joel received only two channels, and French channels TF1 and ARTE. Joel prefer TF1, he loved to see people, the “People”, also was his dream, he dreams deep within him to become a star, unfortunately for him his father had different plans for him, he was that his son resumed the family business, the father of Joel, was a carpenter, but Joel was not too manual, it was already struggling to change the toilet paper roll, then make a convenient Louis XV style. But Joel said nothing, waiting for its majority to be able to leave, but it gave him trouble because he would not leave his parents and his country, Spain, even if it is of Caribbean origin, in deep down he was Spanish, saffron rice, the bullfight, Salvator Dalli, all that was him. Besides its origins posed problems for some young people from neighboring villages, to them that Joel was “black” in the area. He often suffered the taunts and insults of JEAN-JEAN “scum” in the area. JOHN JEAN was in the village of Joel just to annoy him, he drove into the village with his scooter while waiting to see Joel, and when he saw him, he hastened to insult, THIS IS AN EXTRACT A CONVERSATION BETWEEN JOHN AND JOHN JOEL: -Vroooooouuummm vrouuuuuuuuuuuumm (the scooter accelerates and approaches) Hi-monkey’s will? (Barely audible because of the noise of a scooter) , huh? -I said hello monkey’s will? (Says Jean-Jean is by cutting engine) -Yeah (Joel said, while the ignorant) -Tien mikados you eat? -? -Sorry I had not seen, it was your fingers, told me they are where your parents? -In your ass (Joel said while thinking of repartee are missing). Tien-I did not know that monkeys could speak And all these discussions were taking place in this way, Joel did not answer and did not interfere Jean-Jean, why do you say? Because her parents have learned to ignore this kind of character? No. On the contrary, his father always said “The white racist is like the homosexual, it’s worthless” And he added, often “one day I found myself faced with a racist, well, he hardly had the time to deal with Pepito, he was sentenced to home eating soup all his life. ” But if Pepito … Uh, but if Joel never replied to jean-jean was just because he was afraid it was a shit disturber, a girl he sat pissed, he had the balls soft, he was so frightened that he would jump every time he let go of a gas. In short, the timid Joel wanted to see Paris, becoming a star, singing, making movies, going to Cauet. And to do that, he had a plan, he went to study and become a French teacher, so that parents are obligated to send in a school in France Of course this was only an excuse to approach her ​​dream. Now he must tell his parents, so that everything goes well, he made ​​the household, and the meal, and decided they announced during the meal, it is 19 hours his parents arrive from work, sit down to eat, start eating, entrance passes very quickly giving way to the main course, you could hear the flies stolen, Joel decided that c It was a good time to tell them, he took one last stop of his delicious potato steam, rose and dropped everything, “Dad, Mom, I want to become a French teacher for …” he had no time to finish his sentence as his father stood up and interrupted him by throwing a potato in the eyes, “I knew you she on it for a while, cleaning, meals, all for us to swallow Your history of French teacher, my ass yeah, first you will become a carpenter, second only to eat remake ever you are very bad cook your potatoes are cooked and moitiées your meat is overcooked, now you take away the pieces of potatoes you have the eyes and you go up to your room ” Joel was shocked, angry, sad, and felt the potato, he would not become a carpenter, but a star. Every day in his room he put in front of her mirror with a brush in hand and enjoyed singing the songs of his favorite artists, Ricky Martin, Eros Ramazotti and Jean-Jacques Goldman. Joel was sad to think that it is forced to become a carpenter, he must find an idea to avoid that, he was a first idea, but it was impossible not to become a carpenter it would suffice that there is more wood on the ground … That’s why he chose to try his second idea he was going to bankrupt the family business. How? by setting fire to the warehouse where the timber was stored in his father, he decided to go at night to avoid being seen, he waited until his parents are lying out, her parents were asleep around midnight, he took up the matches that were stored in his room and dirigeât to the stairs, he put a first foot on the stairs and when he tried to put the second he fell down the stairs, waking at the same time her parents, He took a pair of slams and his father sent him to his room. Joel waited an hour that his parents go back to sleep, he placed his ear to the door of the parents’ room and he heard snoring. He could finally put his plan in action, he managed to descend stairs normally, he left home and went to the warehouse. He cut the lock of the door with a crowbar that he took with him, he entered and went to the woods, he poured gasoline over a lighter and set fire to it and went as fast he had come. Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for his father on the pavement opposite this was the fire station. The next day, Joel got up early and walked at a brisk pace to see the result of his work, nothing had arrived at the scene had time to burn, firefighters were all off, the plan of Joel fell once again into the water. Tired of fighting against his destiny Joel left, and should decide to do idea He’ll be a carpenter’s it. 5 years later, Joel was 20, he grew in height, and a few months ago he discovered the peanut butter, which makes it grow in width. It became a carpenter, he took early family business after his father had lost an arm in an accident at work and life in a car accident. But Joel does not manufacture the furniture, it produces spikes of kebabs, it’s easier. The turnover of the company declined, but he can still live decently. His mother is still there, it is became his secretary. In short life is good, except for his father. But Joel was always the dream of becoming a star. He expects only one thing his mother to retire in order to sell the company, take all the money and go to Paris and try her luck. But in the meantime he had to work, he picks an order of 1000 to complete the roster, so he decided to stay put, he has hardly had time to turn the machines that the bell was heard. DRIIIIIIIIING DRIIIIIIINNNNNG (It is the bell). PAM PAM PAM (that’s the door). PROUT, haaaaaaa (that’s Joel who was afraid of are pet) He went to the door, he opens the first lock, the second, third, took off the safety chain, cut the alarm took a baton in his hand, and opened the door. “Schizophrenia? Not know ” Who could ring the bell? Julius was the cousin of Joel. Hello, my cousin guess who came to see you for your birthday? -Uh … you? -Gagné cousin. -But There’s my birthday was 6 months. “It is true ? -yes! So much the better it will save me to buy you a gift. Joël hide his joy, his cousin Julius he had seen only two times, once at the funeral of his father and another time now …. And it was a walking disaster, a mixture of Pierre Richard and GastonLagaffe. For example the funeral of the father of Joel, in the evening he had dropped his lenses in the mouth of the deceased, everything would have happened if it was normal contact lenses, but no, Julius had taken his meals during the evening, and lentils were nice, and well real lenses, fortunately he had already eaten the sausages at the time there. In short Julius was there, and it would not be an easy task to work with Julius at his side. Joel did not know what to do with his cousin, he had no room for him, he was just a room friends, and as the name says, it’s a room for friends, so he decided to install his cousin into the nearest hotel, that is in the village of JEAN-JEAN. A Once he had established his business in his room, Julius found himself much embarrassed, Joel had left there and was returned to work. It does not matter he said I’ll be around. And here he was walking in the village, he decided to stop for a drink in a bar, he sits at the counter, order one Indian scalp foam, wood, glass based on zinc, then looked around him, he ‘s There was that “old” but the bottom of the bar, a young age of Julius who played Flipper. He should decide to visit him to talk and get acquainted. He came and sat a discussion began. Good morning. Good morning (replied the youth absorbed in his game of pinball) Me is Julius, and you my brother? (Have I forgotten to tell you? Julius is gay) is Me Jean-Jean, what do you want? (He says, stopping to play) , nothing I wanted to meet you, why did you stop playing? -perhaps because you are sitting on the pinball machine and I see nothing. (Addresses Jean-Jean upset) , you calm beautiful red-haired fire. -what ‘s your thing? You’re either gay? I prefer it said gay, but yes I am. hearsay, therefore, you have nothing for you Julius, you’re gay and you’re black. (In his words, Julius got angry) -how? And you big con with your mouth bitch, you too did not you lucky, you’re homophobic, racist and worse, you’re red. A fight broke out in the back of the bar, Julius took John by John hair and banged her head against the glass of the flipper, and then he put a couple of potatoes in the mouth, with all the people who were in the bar no one moved, not even the owner of the bar, it is only when the Pinball was the “tilt” due to a kick miscalculated the boss, Robert arrived with a gun in his hand and fired a shot toward the ceiling like in the movies. Hey, you’re going to calm down the two asshole there you go fuck my pinball, and you made ​​me make a hole in the ceiling. The two had subsided. Good-you black you t’casse of my bar, and you Jean-Jean you will find the cast for plug the hole, take in a lot, you take the opportunity to fill the other. Julius went and returned to the hotel to call Joel. Once in his room he grabbed the phone and started dialing the number of Joel, but he had a problem, Julius did not have the number then Joel had only one solution, lie on the bed and wait for Joel to come back and get it. Meanwhile, Joel does not seem to be concerned by what could happen to his cousin, Joel was indeed a nap. The hours passed and still not seeing his cousin Julius decided to return to himself with his cousin by making hitchhiking, he began on the sidewalk below the hotel and waited for someone was willing to take a ride, when an engine was heard was the engine of a two wheel, Jean-Jean passed him and insulted him while he walked away. “Pedeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” Then a car arrived, a car with tinted windows, and stopped in front of Julius, the bent glass, bent Julius was the patron of the bar who insulted him in turn and then left. Julius waited 30 minutes before another vehicle passes, was a man of about thirty years, he stopped Julius asked where he wanted to go and he took it in his vehicle. 10 minutes after Julius was with Joel, he alighted from the car and thanked the driver, who replied “it is 40 euros,” Julius had took a taxi. Of course he had no money on him, he was therefore obliged to ask Joel. He called rang at the door of Joel but no one answered. (It was always a nap). Then he began under the windows and called him. “JOEL, MY COUSIN IS ME, are you here? ” The driver got out of his taxi, and threw to Julius “It reeks of scam your thing kid, do not try to kiss my mouth.” Joel still did not answer, Julius therefore decided to take the trunk, the driver taxi did not know him, he could not to get caught, he pretended to be his shoelaces and then of a sudden one, he went like a rocket, then after some meters he retraced his no. He had forgotten his papers in the taxi before the taxi arrived, the driver was sitting on the hood with the papers of Julius in hand. “Have you tried to kiss my mouth kid, but you’re really too con, then give me the 40 euros or I’ll take you to the cops. ” At this point Joel finally pointed tip of his nose, Joel, you are, thank you, you could give to 40Euros sir -pardon? (Addresses Joel who saw a chance to get rid of Julius) -40 euros for the taxi (Julius answered) , but we do not know sir, you’re on your own. Julius thought at first it was a bad joke, but quickly realized that Joel was serious when he went home to call the police himself. 20 minutes after the police were there, Julius became board and joined the taxi driver. “Who will give me my 40 euros? Its all the same foreign band of thieves. ” Finally rid of Julius, Joel was able to resume his life before, that is to say its sad life to die, and routine, but it looks good to s ‘to please, he expects one thing, his mother retired. Joël But just think of something, if he is the boss of the company and his mother’s secretary, he could return it which would allow it to go to finally live his dream in Paris. So he decided to spy on his mother in his every move in order to return it to commit one faux pas it. Unfortunately, his mother being manic perfectionist and he found nothing wrong with his methods. Joel was in a deadlock, his dull life the tired, he wanted to know something else, live a hundred miles an hour, and that’s when he was about to hang himself that he had an idea, his father being gone, he could decide himself what he would do, he went to see his mother and told her the news. “Mom, I mare, find yourself another job, I sell the box and I break” His mother did not answer not instantly, then raised his hand to heaven and folded in the face of Joel. “Okay.” He had to take a slap, but she agreed, why -why my mom slapped you if you were right? -ho, that has nothing to do, just that you spit on me talking to me. -ha! So, finally, Joel was free, he ran to the Printing to get his newspaper ad. BUSINESSES SELLING TEAM CARPENTRY 20 000 euros. two weeks later, no buyer was not made ​​known, he had an idea then was to put the coordinates on the announcement that might be more convenient for people to call. BUSINESSES SELLING TEAM CARPENTRY 20 000 euros Call Joel PAELLA The day after the publication of the advertisement a person came from Joel. It was the carpenter of the village next door who wished to expand. Joel had visited the premises and within one minute after the sale was closed, Joel was 20 000 euros in my pocket and could finally leave. First of all it called his uncle who lived in Paris, Gérard Depardieu, it has also changed its name to better integrate in France, and only a month later that he learned as an actor called him. In short he called to say he was going up to Paris for a few days, then he booked a train ticket and prepared his business, he took his biggest bag, and he put all his affairs, then the placed in the entry to be ready to go. But before leaving, Joel wanted to do something at all costs, he wanted revenge for JEAN-JEAN, then after dark, he went to the village of side to puncture tires scooter Jean-Jean. It happened around midnight at his home, he looked out the window to see if he was busy, and for that there froze his blood, Jean-Jean in the process of ‘Julius embrace. For that he decided to outright fire the scooter Jean-Jean, because if one thing y’avait he could not stand after the racist, it was the “Poof eats balls” as he said so. He released the lighter he always carried, he poured all over the scooter struck a match and set fire to the scooter, it was bad luck to walk on gasoline and then he had the legs on fire . He escaped in current, when Jean-Jean looked on the street than it does to small flames s’éloignées. Joël could leave it alone had revenge on all that he had subjected the homosexual mores of red anti-Semitic more than bizarre. For a time he went to bed with peace of mind, as it turned out that tomorrow it would not work in carpentry, but it would be on their way to glory. The next day, he rose at dawn, he barely took time to swallow a bowl of cereal, he put on his clothes, took a turn for WC, a kiss to his mother and went towards the station. On the way he thought of all that he left and he listened to music. Arrived at the station, the place he considered starting his new life, he could not restrain a tear, for he had realized he had forgotten his ticket Train at home. He jumped in his car, went home, took his train ticket, took his car and drove at full speed towards the station. Once outside the station it could again hold back his tears, he could finally live his dream, but for now we go above expected, it was ahead of his train was not going in 3 hours, which would leave the time to imagine his future life, he saw actor signing on the breasts of his fans at the premieres of his films, or rock star, smashing guitars on the breasts of his fans. He dreamed, when a large see echoed throughout the station “The departure for Paris are asked to go to the dock number 7″ Joel grabbed her purse and ran as fast as he could. He is now in front of the train that will take him straight to his new life he paused a moment before to admire it. “You could go forward asshole? This prevents people from getting into ” says the home guard. But Joel did not care he walked slowly toward his train, he ascended the first step then the second, then he nearly fell believing there had a third. He puts his bag in the compartment reserved for this purpose and tried his hand up on the train 56.  “Place 56″ is how he called his biography when he wrote. Ten minutes later the train left . He longed to see the Eiffel Tower, the Champs Elysées and everything else, the trip seemed lasted an eternity, it was barely 5 minutes left and he was already bored, he was sitting next to a man who was to be fifty, dressed with high marks, he was wearing a dark three-piece suit tailored, Joel decided to talk to him to pass the time. -So You’ll also Paris? (The man did not answer) , you have family there? (Still no answer) -Dite me if I bother you! Joel It took one hour before realizing that talking to a deaf-mute. It got up and wandered through the train, looking for someone who was bored with him, with whom he could exchange viewpoints. He came to the bar of the train, he ordered a pomegranate, it approached from his lips, and at the time the train was a jolt and he poured all the grenadine on the knees. The woman who was sitting next to him laughed at him. “Hey, sir mouth is higher.” Then she and her friends went into a very annoying laugh, so Joel decided to respond with intelligence and courtesy . “It’s good, so I would know the next time you suck me” A great silence in the car. She looked at him with contempt and her friends murmured between her, “How could he? ” “What a cad” “I have to pee,” said one of them. Joel got up and walked to the door of the car, he extended his arm to grab the handle when the train gave a jolt more and he found himself on the floor legs in the air. You think that women just now are not private to make fun of him. Then he seen red, rose, and caught the first thing that was at hand, a dwarf who was passing by, and he throws it on the group of turkeys was at the bottom of the train. Then he went running, and hid in the toilet. It was Now there was one hour hide when the train stopped. Was he arrived in Paris? To find out he had to kind of toilet. He enters opened the door and threw a glance, he looked left and right, there was nobody on the train, he heard voices in the distance , voices whispering dirty words, then he felt something warm and soft in his hand, and a large buzzing woke him, he was asleep in the toilet with their hands in the bowl. Then it came back buzzing, c It was the controller who tapped at the door. “Monitoring notes, open the door.” Joel opened it and went out, he left the ticket from her bag and handed it to the controller, “Have him come soon? “Asked Joel. “In less than ten minutes.” This is it, Joel was finally going to see Paris, he would finally live his dream. The train entered the station and stopped, he got his bag on the shoulder and left the station … The weeks and months passed, Joel was still living with his uncle, he worked in a small local supermarket and spent time to time casting. Unfortunately for him the only cast that’ll have been able to make it known was led by the wife of the train. It’s really out of luck. But everyone’s shit.

Clowning Argentina

Today is Friday, on Tuesday we have no cable. I can not watch TV, but what is worse, I can not connect to the Internet.
The administrator of the building called Telecentro to advise them of the damage and they send a technician to solve.
Said that would come today, between nine o’clock and three o’clock in the afternoon.
While waiting for auto transport the miraculous appearance of Telecentro technician, I do not meus of my apartment.
Administrator arrives around noon and told me that Telecentro called to inform that they can not work in the rain, “because, you know, our body is in the earth, and where there is current strong, it would be dangerous. ”
Well, we understand that, and she asked what that meant.
“We will arrive with some delay, perhaps for four hours.”
Months I say, “These cons always have an excuse.”
We watch the sky is still pouring water bodies on us and continue our expectation.
Finally, for three hours, it rings.
I go out to open the door and see a toasted brown boy on a bicycle.
Are you Telecentro? “I asked.
“Yes. And are you the man of ten?”
“No, I’m the three. He’s ten apparently is not there.”
The brown boy consults his calendar.
“But it was he who called the ten.”
“That’s possible,” I said, “but we also claim because” there is no cable service in all buildings. ”
And I add: “That’s why we believe that the damage is due to your credit union that is up there in the terrace.”
I make a gesture with his right hand.
The boy repeats Telecentro imperturbably: “But if you’re three of the ten and it was he who called us, I can take care of the claim that the ten.”
I have the feeling it was time to lose composure, as they say.
“But he is not of ten, there are people who at this time are at work, plus I am sure you will not find the damage to his apartment but in the case.”
The boy brown Telecentro nods.
“But months, I can not take care of the claim that the ten.”
“Wait,” said I, “will see that the director says, it has the key to all apartments.”
I go next door and rang the bell of the administrator, but sadly does not respond, it is not there.
I return the boy to Telecentro has already mounted his bicycle to go.
“You are an idiot!” I shouted. But the insult does not impress, it maintains its superior air delegate business. Fortunately, it now appears that the administrator.
She said: “I have the key to the ten. I am the wife of the owner of the apartment.” It is not true, but who cares?
So we went to the apartment ten. We check what I had anticipated, meaning that there is no fault in the TV from the apartment.
Finally we reach our goal, against the heart the boy goes with us on the terrace to inspect the box . Before opening it looks above, where in the sky there is the threatening clouds.
“If it starts to rain, go away,” he says and looks at us reproachfully as if we wanted to expose him to a situation where his life would be subject to mortal danger.
In fact they are two boxes, one large and one small. He opened the first large case to complain right away: “Look at those ends of two hundred and twenty parts, it is dangerous. It should not continue this way.”
The director said, “But they settled this fund ten years ago and never apportâmes we do not change. It has always remained so.”
The boy looks down the Telecentro and handles the other case.
He loosened two screws, dry with a cloth, if they s’auraient wet, and later the greenhouse again. In addition it involves a stripped ends of two cables with electrical tape. In less than five minutes everything was over.
Meanwhile I fell to my apartment to check if everything was in order. I turn on the TV, perfect, I turn on the internet, perfect.
I go out into the hallway and cries! “Hello, up, it’s perfect!”
The boy brown Telecentro up his bike, we launched a last look for common mortals senior expert and leaves.

How much love Brigitte C.

 

As a man, there are women who are taught the essential things, and others that we learn important things. Brigitte C. I learned nothing of all this, but these sorts of things that do not serve, without that we can do without it. Of those things that do not affect life on a daily basis within the meaning of existence and especially to celibacy. When I met Brigitte C. she was happy. It also continued a long time regardless of our meeting. There are meetings like this that mark your life, but not that of others, I met Brigitte C. was of that order. Obviously, it would be easy to fall into the fleeting and uninteresting description of said Brigitte C., but rather than engage in this exercise useless, just is it important to indicate its size, its shimmering light brown hair pulling to red, his sublime green eyes and her mouth deliciously sensual style finally halfway between an intellectual and a naive hippie escape the seventies. However, all this gives only a figment of the imagination which contributes little to define the nature of our relationship, because in fact, Brigitte C., was spoken. I also do not linger on the shape of her breasts, the curve of her hips or the bounce of her buttocks, which I never have seen or even to guess.      No, Brigitte C. talked with me. She talked a lot, enough that I listen, at least as I hear. I can assure the reader of reciprocity, since on my side, I spoke little. From our initial discussions, I knew something was happening between us on my side. The liveliness of our conversations, animated by it, the interest it was me, especially the fact that I was aware, all of which emphasized a perfect match between our respective schedules of students lambda first-year psychology and somewhat lazy opportunism. So we spent time together at the university library, the cafeteria of the university, in the forum of the university, in the corridors of the university, only briefly at the university. Outside this place, all communication seemed impossible, but I could never explain it. And also before the lecture halls of the university, I had forgotten that place also.      From her I learned is how one could love. First, I learned that he had to be a man, the first point in my favor. The next step was to love one meter ninety, and this one was tricky. Indeed, I am a man no doubt, but no one could confuse me from far and near with a basketball player or at least a great person, because I was not a great man and, therefore, our sizes were very similar. He then had to weigh one hundred pounds, and again, I did not measure up. Finally, it should not be a poor student, fellow, registered in the same university that, in a sequence bite and female-dominated. These elements were therefore serious handicaps to the point that I had almost pharaonic fixed, like Brigitte C.      I also learned that it had to be a little older than herself, and having a job. If I happened to work during school holidays, it was not possible to age faster than the required time. One way would be to lie about my age at our first trade, but I did not know then that this detail would contribute positively to all the important things need to love. Of course it does me no longer possible to go back on this, to me age of three or four years, or to be born earlier, Brigitte C. was indeed a little older than me. In addition to its great beauty, his conversation was extended, as I needed it to be open to all sorts of topics as varied as the adverse effects of alcohol abuse during his high school evening events or considerations about the status of women in of modern society. Indeed, without being an activist of the movement for women’s liberation, Brigitte C. was always independent, especially vis-à-vis me. She told me it was not necessary and I know his phone number or even address, and only informed me of his time sparingly.      However, she liked to talk about his problems relationships with people around him, especially his ex, or how she decided to enroll in college in psychology, after hesitating with sociology, or how I could lend him some of my classes or get books the library for her. I learned a lot from Brigitte C. She taught me patience when I was waiting at the end of a course when it was finally not go there, or when I was waiting for lunch at the cafeteria when she was also selected by the powers which it could not escape in any way support her friends shopping at the market, or go to a restaurant with an ex boyfriend. And Brigitte C. always apologized, and she taught me the meaning of friendship and consideration. Brigitte C. did not actually apologize, it was already the fact that it was Brigitte C., a woman we love, we finally tried to love, especially a woman whom one would be liked it.      It was not unusual to see us all as to where Brigitte C. was j’advenais. I followed her in the morning, and often every day of the week. With the exception of weekends and holidays. I followed her and she let me follow it until the day I confided to her about my secret business. She told me when she was flattered, which was followed by a very predictable “  and what is not mutual, you know, we are friends, you know … and anyway it could not walk between us ..  “This was a very nice way to tell me she thought I was rather ugly, unattractive and certainly con. I learned so much love for Brigitte C., and be loved in return by her he had to have known a few years earlier, and final, call Karl. These details ended up ruining my last illusions. I knew then that these same people had made ​​me lose all self-respect and dignity, I found them in trouble now, but as a surprise. Thank you Brigitte C

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It is a cozy and warm inside like a cat in winter. The gilded moldings climb along baseboards, fire stirs gently in the fireplace and a bouquet of dried flowers brightens the small table in the center of the room. At the end of the Empire style armchair throne hostess. Her dress billowing up the food cheeks. One can imagine a face behind the frilly and haughty noble who was gracious in his time but the years have made ​​it more severe. Madame Adelaide of St. Menehould igneous-Péronard-Chamboliart, widow-Derouet Montalembert, beckoned to his valet, who has just come. It tends conspicuously to his mistress a letter on a silver platter, carefully folded. It takes a studied grace, turns to discover the name of the sender: to Philemon Antremesle. Surprising. She barely knows. While the valet, unwelcome shadow, retired in silence, Madame is a sudden jump from the nail red wax that seals the letter. The writing is fine and takes place in discrete curves. Madame Justice that it lacks personality but nevertheless began to read his speech. Adelaide, Adelaide igneous St. Ménehould-Péronard-Chamboliart raised an eyebrow. Not very high, but still. – Well, what familiarity .. finally .. I dare to write. It is heavy in my hand tremble for my heart to tell you what drives me to write. There are moments in life where a man force a decision takes precedence over that of destiny. I have the opportunity to make this crucial choice, and I will not stay speechless. Not this time. For several months I watch your figure in cocktails .. – Lord God. .. when we converse, your breath is mine and my joy is the daughter of your smiles. Each of your eyes is a light balm for my tormented soul who has no purpose for you. What do I encountered before? For years I have lived alone with a grief that, I thought, would never stop .. but you are and I want to live again. I know that life does not spared you, like me, you know the silence of cemeteries, burning tears. igneous Adelaide St. Ménehould-Péronard Chamboliart-stop reading. She saw in a dream the medallion of the baptism of his daughter in his hands at the candlelight of the chapel. Others present are no longer as silhouettes in his memory erased. But she has not forgotten his thoughts in this time hated. Thoughts she imagined a few hours earlier vulgar fantasies of romance, had come to him spontaneously. And she had analyzed more than felt. Even now, she does not understand why she found herself a spectator of his own drama. A dry crackling from the fireplace pulls from his reverie. It takes more carefully the letter guessed it suddenly too short. It is the voice of Philemon Antremesle it intends to present him with an air blowing she has not heard for centuries it seems to her. This letter speaks to him, it vibrates in the rope if possible, the more it disturbs even dare to admit. For a while, she let out a shiver. We are living alone, on our own, in hope to forget those moments fatal. But these things are not forgotten. I offer you a breath, a rest. They are laughing as I bring you, new pleasures and new hopes. Two broken lives are a lively future. Do not be offended at my audacity, Madame, do not answer yet, just agree to consider this possibility. My god .. and if he was right? If this dream could be fulfilled? Madame dare continue reading. It would be folly to follow this man, but … quickly, she seized the bell placed in the center of the table at his side. The steady hand of one who lives automation, she called his valet a tingling eager. It does not take long to respond to the signal, his hand pressing the latch of the door even as the bell returns to its original place. – Madame? – A hot chocolate. – Although Madame. Already, the door closed. Madame is alone again. She trembled a little, but now is whether the last word of this letter. She knows that life can take an unexpected turn, intoxicating, sweet. Who can say whether it incorporates the text from the beginning for fun or fear? Still, qu’emportée by the flood of words that the cradle, it does not stop and took two blinks sounding the end of this flight: And finally, if I may, Madam, and throw myself at you without shame, burning with an improbable hope, know that it is for a simple reason and tender .. I hope the next day I could hold it against me and you blow last too long contained the words: I love you.                         PE These words roll like thunder in the minds of Adelaide igneous St. Ménehould-Péronard -Chamboliart. It considers the letter a moment. Then she let her plunge into the hearth of the fireplace with disdain. We do not intimate terms with a lady.