... Also that morning he opened his eyes to the notes Gallo ciego from his beloved alarm, completely covered with plush fuchsia, bought a few months before   store in a Chinese junk.

He had found a few hours by her bed. Throughout the night he danced in a fantastic milonga, choosing one by one his companions tanda among huge sample exposed along the hall.

Each was chosen for a particular people for a smile, for those who look, for those who live, who for the sensuality of the movements and all had become part of his world. Had tested, as you try a dress in a store.

After a careful selection, he had decided what would be revenue in its showcase, as it provided the lights, how the fabric would have covered and what was written on the card that would have attached to the neck of each.

Thus, it was to be done to make an appearance, a small wax museum, populated by women emptied of their personality, their smell and their intensity, transformed into   statue-trophy to show to others, in the belief that they have been enhanced to be able to understand them.

But the heat than light, so well-positioned, he had freed the statues from the layer of wax and some 'at a time, riacquisita their humanity, women had found the way to exit the window. Now, there were around the bed of their imbalsamatore and, thanks to the complicated procedure, so they were preparing to be displayed in its glass display case sought.

There he is so perfectly positioned in the shop window, alone and facing a mirror.

But women, mindful of what had happened before, not lit the lamps, and now knew that the executioner could admire the shadows of the small artificial world and hold a place of honor in his beloved showcase.

Claudio