4 (french) Werber, Bernard

“Go,” close my body to my soul. “Pars”
exhorted me to myself. I think back to Rose, to all my
friends around
I risking their lives to help me and, in an effort
will, j’ancre my conscience in being transparent springing
from the top of my head. I am another. Other in my new
body transparent.
Flash.
Ectoplasm, I became an ectoplasm. The balloon After my
skull reproduces faithfully the form my head is extended by
my neck transparent, my shoulders transparent, my torso
transparent, my arms transparent my pond clear, my legs
and feet transparents. I’m like unmolded! Such a long
intestine crumpled and twisted, rope transparent hanging
from my navel I connect to a type far down, sitting on a chair
lotus position. And the funny thing is that this type at the
bottom, well, that’s me!
I became a soul and I see arise from other surrounding
spurting of skulls and foreheads. We are forty to float just
under the ceiling of thanatodrome and now I really want to
go higher.
Freddy, very comfortable in his role as veteran space,
beckons us to rise. Follow the blind! Okay, but the ceiling