The Marble

But it had of if keeping calm, although the situation, after all not it had another alternative. The worse one was bafo of it. It seemed to have drunk all the types of drink of the world at the same time. The oxygen inside already was scarce there. Now it puts in charge itself to add plus other harmful gases, beyond carbonic gas.

Now he perceived clearly that all those people were completely doped and only the still sober one in that room was it. At least until that moment, therefore he had the sensation that when continuing those whispers that passed for the opening, would faint for over dose ' ' great chefe' ' if he moves away, leaving to it at last to breathe a little. While it perceives, through the mirror, it if moving, its nose close to the opening being able arrives more to breathe little of oxygen that still remained in that hall. The cursed tambores again start to touch. But now much more strong. The drinks were starting to make effect.

(To it, those figures did not pass of ones vitiated that they would come of 15 in 15 years to London to be doped with the excuse to homage fara). The men start to encircle and to dance in return of sarcfago again. Always beating with its feet in the floor that made to tremble all probably all the room and the museum. Sarcfago arrived if to move on of the marble structure. What more it distressed to it was not to know when that ritual would go to finish. After some time, one again ceases the instruments and the dance. That previous silence comes back to dominate the environment. The priest comes back again. If it lowers, and for its relief, of this time does not whisper more. He notices that it now is without masks (although Migrantino to find that it was well better with the mask).