4 (french) Werber, Bernard

He opened his mouth. He was about to speak. No, he
closed the word. Then her mouth opened for a second
attempt of issue. He blinked. Hoarsely articulated difficulty:
- Oh … fucking. We set for ourselves in surprise. He rubbed
his forehead. - Wow, damn, the trick! Then he looked at us
as if he was surprised that he gives equal attention.
- So I j’ies, my eighty-year remission sentence? We would
have rocked our patient to congratulate but we understood
the need to give him time to regain his senses. Raoul
insisted anyway:
- What was it like? The man rubbed his wrists, blinked. -
Ben, how do you say? I’m out of my barbaque. At first, I was
spun the chips. I was like a Little zosieau. Damn! I flew out
of my body … I went up up there with all the stiffs fresh daily.
There’s that had these cum! Stolen a time like this, and
then we got a great ring of light. ca resembled those hoops
of fire in which we blew Tigers, like the circus Pinder on
television. He took a breath. We listened avidly each word
out of his mouth. Delighted so much attention, it continued:
- It was unbelievable. In the middle, as there was a
flashlight. A circle with a neon light the middle, and the light,
looked as if it caused me. She told me to come near me.
So I’m coming, I’m entering the ring of fire like a tiger
circus. I approached the light of the flashlight … Raoul could
not help cut: