The Cellular

That suggestion or voice, remembered this now to it to still leave it tenser. If the cellular one touched at that moment, was its end. It could to be demascarado or to be considered as fara ressucitado, for the gallows of the conjunct of ' ' great chefe' '. In this second hypothesis could not nor imagine what those fanatic ones could make with it. After a long time of meditation, finally ' ' great chefe' ' if it moves away again, giving to it plus a time to be able to breathe more tranquilamente. Again it starts the tambores and the dances. Now much more to the will. Without those formalities all.

The ritual then arrives at its climax. Until ' ' great chefe' ' already its hat enters in the dance, taking off and dancing as it wanted. Migrantino already knew well this very. All party was thus. Certinho started everything, but when all more were empolgados by the drink, they lost that air of formality all.

In that height already they were doides. They must already have until forgotten what they had come to make there. For the opening, it of the one olhadinha through the mirror in the ceiling and completely sees the head with a drum in the hand, giving beaten already is of the rhythm. Now at least it not running more in such a way risk. They were alone to wait to get tired themselves and to finish soon with that torture. Finally, they go to the few leaving the great hall and it she remains immovable inside of sarcfago, not seeing the hour to open that cover pra to be able to leave. But still she had to wait at least one hour until she could have certainty of that she would not have plus nobody in that building. When at last she left that one caixote, nor believed that everything had survived to that. When earning the street can again breathe pure oxygen. This everything left to it half traumatizado. Beyond the sounds of siriene that it had terror when it listened, now joined to this also the sounds of tambores. Finally it was again in return to century XXI.