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"I love Africa, we say that we don't dance at night. Amado had caught the dance of peace to clean the remains of the village. His grandmother was sitting in the name of the manguer. She would have a dry voice, he would have said. "Amado, what is it? We don't dance when the sun rises." But grandma, it's just the sable and a little bit of greenery. It's also the sable, it's salt. The dust of night does not belong to the living. If you put it out, you invite those who rush to enter. 10 minutes later, the old woman was in soup. Amado was caught by the orders, he took the ballet. The noise of the peace on the salty ground. It was extremely strong. Soudain le sarrette. He was impressed by the stage of dust in front of him. He became more and more heavy, as if he had been blown away. This time he heard a glassy voice, the saffron, which rises just behind his shoulder. "Why are you almost there, my son?" I had just installed on this stage of dust. Amado is proud, he looked at the sun. The pusher that had ballet, he didn't see the details. But he saw patterns from the back that form all alone and that turn into the interior of the house. The ballet lighted his hands. The sword began to float alone. Ballet penetrated. In the inverse direction of the outside, towards his saloon. He wanted to cry, but he moved full of pusher. The voice murmured in his ears. "Thanks for having seen the door. It's not that the house is too clean for our arrival." "Monday, if you don't want to have bad dreams against the night, this ballet will do the kiss."