"... The drums were exploding in my ears. Awake,
my face felt the cold touch of the concrete floor burned. Wax color me green
eyes ached. Took her hair in front of my eyes still dazed and did my first
attempt to raise, I found myself surrounded by a group of people in a circle
with white robes, singing and dancing African singing ancient songs. everyone
clapped, everyone sang in unison, accompanied by drumming surrounding the
drums.
- Back My Dad! Turn my light guide! Shouted an old woman holding my head in my
hands, a lady's black curved spine at the top of the old.
When I dropped weaken the standing leg felt that threw me from one side to
another of the big wheel, my head weighed, and confused thoughts gave way to uncertainty
of fainting. A strange chill ran down my spine as I felt, my conscience is
lost. My head was spinning, full of thoughts that were not my own, felt how to
divide the space of existence with another "someone" an intruder! He
could no longer order my arms to stop them from shaking, but there was an
intruder, who dominated slowly my body and my physical will be seized ... "
CONTINUES in the book "13 Tales writer Sidney Leal.
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