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Voodoo Punk V

Eshu almost tripped over a step and stopped in front of a wide crossroads are. The stage in which caught his bare feet, was only a backfilled with earth wood frame, which raised the way through the street canyon to the junction. A toe hurt when he would anyone want to pull the nail, but he kept his eyes on the roads.

grinning in the middle of crossing a bare skull, which looked suspiciously like a human, if not something it would be inappropriate. The skull was wearing a from road dust powdered cylinder and someone gave him a small cigar clamped between the jaws. The teeth were clenched grin fixed and the lower jaw not work out like a wild cry down.

of Eshu in the right orbit was made precisely a dark gem, and appeared like a black hole against the natural absence of the other eye. There, where neck and neck would start to go down a number of different bone like a rope. It was quiet in the alley and the sun still had not thrown light on the facade horizon.

Stealth he looked to the left and to the right to and only when he returns to the skull on the middle saw Eshu noted that this depended on a bamboo pole. When he came closer to the center, he heard footsteps of links.

A girl who would even offer him only up to his chin, came up to him and drew a small cloud of dust on the trampled earth behind him. Their simple tank dress fluttered like a white sail, until they stopped on a level with it, but did not Eshu, but turned the other way around the skull. Her black curls were covered by a Basque beret of the same color back down, as she knelt in to dig into her shoulder bag.

Eshu waited and looked too easy. The skull also grinned expectantly. A biting moment sulfur rose to his nose, then she rose, a match as long as a knitting needle in hand, and shielded from the small flame with your fingers until they up held out the sticks and kept at the head of the cigar .

A line of dark legs, white fabric, thin arms, brown wood and red flame stretched from the floor and just reached the destination where everyone would have growing up man can easily reach. Eshu was behind it and saw the black curls into the pale grin and dusty hat.

The leaping flames burned down the match and lost contact with the flat end cigars, as it glowed as her lips so close and lose a powerful train.

Eshu He blew a puff of smoke in his face that shimmered before his eyes Glutflocken and fat green flies. He had to cough just as the girl turned and looked up to him.

"Mama you are looking for Morgana." It was a statement, hardly a Question. Eshu was clearing his throat while in order to get the bitter taste from his mouth and nose, and nodded. She looked him from head to purple fish in his hand to foot.

"You should be careful where you hinblutest." Her head nodded in the direction of his feet and following her Eshu saw that he had actually torn a toenail and a narrow deep shadows of blood framed him. "Lift 's wanted me high."

"high?" Eshu looked into her eyes. Brown, almost black. Like almost everything in the city except of people painted, molded, or blood.

Instead of answering, the girl put him only his arms on his shoulder and was about to pull the trigger from there, as he understood and took their sandals, to keep them up. One hand loose from his shoulder and shook it around a bit on Eshus precariously, while his face was pressed on her stomach. The stuff smelled of salt, too much bleach and something else that seemed familiar to him, they had already jumped from his hands and landed beside him in the spring dust.

The girl had the hat in his hand and groped two steps to her bag to him soon wipe with a cloth. Eshu saw the skull like the smoke curled around his forehead to the sky and sometimes on the tip of the cigar at a glowing ring was then repeated both the procedure and the cylinder rested again on the spot.

"You have to go straight." She shouldered her bag and is under the skull. She smiles a broad white smile.

"How -", set to his lips, but knew not to ask what exactly when, instead, his feet in motion. The wide facades leaned forward, as they wöllten touch each other at the top of the arc. Eshu turned around again, as he turned onto the street.

The girl stands there under the skull and his black eye, yawns expectantly.

"Thanks again," he called back to the quiet crossroads.

"For the first time. But no cause. "She smiled and turned back to the road, from which they came, while Eshu in his opened.

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The light from the sun, stepped over the horizon at the houses and even indifferent sky crept, spread like bleach for the roofs and road , en from. A creeping substance that drew a clear boundary. The bare bones of old giant animal baring oppose the bill, where they were lying or were joined to each other halls and market places. were only in the spaces between the bars and floor runners and revelers streets of thick animal skins deprived of the sun and enjoyed the sleep of the exhausted.

Fine threads of daylight nest curled through the folds of the dark material, the window Karus against the first morning sun battening. Now that she was later invaded by the curtain of fine light dust and suggested that traces of the last night of smudging.

As a tickle in the temples awakened the sense of light Karu from their peaceful sleep and she timidly around with padded finger tips, without moving. Soft fur scratching at the shoulder on which she lay, and under the heavy ice of the floor.

She pressed fingertips into the soft surface as they would feel a warm loaf of bread, the smooth and tight-baked crust is formed immediately under her touch back again. Three fingers was further steps uneven the surface lightly sprinkled like flour. Karu snorted at the idea gently against the smooth body rested her head on his shoulder.

No white mist swirled, as if curious eyes opened a crack, but the dark body twitched slightly in her sleep. A survey on the chest in black Karus view circle, his eyes still half closed and full of sleep, stood up from her blow.

inwardly chuckled Karu, but not penetrated to the outside. Karu just laughed if someone was there, the signal as it indicated something. The shoulder, on which they rested half, moving in the respiratory rhythm of deep sleep, so there was no reason to giggle, but only their fingers, which paced the way on the smooth plane of the broad chest to the Black Hills as a creeping predator and began to play with the nipple.

A matte relaxation pervaded Karu, as she tapped the solid part of the skin and gently squeezed. So it was always, since it is likely to discover the first human body and for all thereafter. She could make no sense to it. Playfulness. It was hilarious. Karu could not explain the peace that was in the inconsequential touch of warm skin without constraint,.

over the dark streets of the immigrant body luminescence, which were just in the shadow of the incident light in the morning exhaustion. Body signs. Street painting. Dance clothes. Karus tongue felt rough against the skin as she licked his collarbone along a glowing streak.

dancers hated the night because it had blurred the names, but from a sleepy morning until the next evening he did not care, did lick the Karu and the painted light had to swallow as Glutstropfen. Somewhere between rum and salty bread.

Karu had her narrow leg, which became apparent against the dark body like a bright loincloth, walking over to the other side and reared up awkwardly, to settle on other people. The coat, which he had wrapped in sleep to be slipped off his shoes on the floor and covered him instead Karu terms with themselves.

Not that he would notice something like this, pilgrimage to the sun was well above the zenith. She closed her lips with no expectation of a response to the stranger, and tasted of the tip to the back of her tongue the stale mescaline his last night.

The dancers it snakes down together before they began the painting - Karu had once risked long furtive glances through a poorly sealed trap door and observed the closed ritual. A red-hot bowl of Phosphoriszenz and a bland pot with Papa Peyotes gifts to the Schmananen, orphans and guardians of the night.

watchman of the night. In Karu had to laugh again with himself, while she knelt astride the dancers sat up - her bare buttocks to the abdomen of the other people bettend and knees bent like a dark border around the image in between - and with your fingertips ü ; over the painted chest slipped down to the belly. A nice crowd of adolescents who have the privilege of the dark hours in the noise with the gleaming lines of her dancing body to fill. Drums, the whole city is a nocturnal sea of drums and howling of the pack and dancing bodies. That is the watchman of the night.

Karu liked to laugh at himself, could still escape the pull of the dance before.

She drew the painted lines with their fingers and read the motion from the symbols. Legba. Damballah. Erzulie. Ogou. She had just crossed in front of the tongue in seconds and broke his collarbone Samedi sign for today. A hand went to the long bone chain that hung several times around her neck and shook it three times in rattling jolts. Baron Samedi may forgive it.

The face of the dancer was young and flawless as all the dancers faces. Adult, but the abundance children's cheek not lost completely. He stirred softly in a deep sleep and the lips wandered in voiceless dream language.

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dense fog and clouds squat flowed like the stuff from floor to ceiling and there soon in obscure tracks down again. The door was firmly closed, but always wandered through the intricacies of movement of the curtains, while the thick Mama Morgana rubbed his hands together like others in anticipation. The wooden beads crunched dark and heavy between the closed fingers, rolled it against each other like a sea disoriented eye balls. Her eyes were closed, from the heel to the first knuckles she felt the waves in smooth wood and was looking for patterns in the gaps. A chuckle flipped around in the sides of the room and on the walls like the painted plaster, but did not reach their ears. The greasy lips wrinkles pulled up to the ears of the barred face.

Eshu could not come too late, because Mama Morgana already knew where he would be when, and where he would get lost or dawdle. She licked the lip and could smell the musty haze, as Eshu highly suggested a tanned skin to look for the curious painted Flouriszenz sleeping in the darkness of adolescents hiss the folds. Dancing in the streets at night the only light the city, next to the torches, and the drums, and the glaring rebellion of the lower town, down, down, the lie of a light at the end of the tunnel.

It is a gift the sleeping dancers, exhausted in the dying mescaline in the darkness of the piles had sunk to see by day, but she would scold Eshu anyway, because he late.

Even if Mama knew Morgana, when he slept before he even woke up, took every art discipline. Every power limitations. Each chorea its pattern and if it was like the dappled fur of the coyote, verfloht and cunning.

damned child's head believes that the sun never goes down here, there are only the painted on skin images of dancers in the streets, what remains to us at night.

Mama Morgan dropped the pearls like rain on the bare bones lined up and rest the extended hands on the pulse of the city. The palms in of air collected, the cock crowed, the fingers slipped out and asked about all sorts of being. Quietly the lips spoke no language in the world and tasted it gently in passing channels, the corners and edges of buildings and roads. The bamboo, wood and bone, and the joints. The city grew and stood still at the spot where had become at some time of sky and earth, blood and bones and the ghosts began to run.

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running. Mama Morgana bared his spotless white teeth and full-bodied red gums. What a protracted nature of the movement.

your fingers did not want to digress right and picked over again searching for Eshu. A cup of coffee with milk in human form and street clothes. Insatiable, so insatiable, and soon arrived at her door.

She rose from the ground - the bone-crunching unspeakable silent - and safe step foot off the path by the tracks of the substance. She performed no pearl, wandered around a few grooves in the floor of the contracts, while the colors by applying to and slid next to her.

The Fire crackled in the back room of Mama Morgana's hut and went out never, on the day, even at night or the times in between. Any child from the neighborhood did keep going and going in their back room, no matter how old she was and whether was a child. Some of them had themselves been trained in the ways others have found it to her and if they were concerned no longer be able to fire stoking, they had a little brother or a younger sister who took care of the matter. There was no duty to keep the fire burning, nor right, but old ritual. Sometimes Mama Morgana came from older than themselves, perhaps because they do eventually started there had, where they had placed the black mother Brigitte for the first time as a little girl fire in the furnace. A small twigs branch brought in from the streets as the fire was about to vanish.

Eshu, mother Morgana knew, would you rather try to steal the fire than to feed the flames, but it would be very soon here. Time for coffee.

The roughly in the form of dented kettle gurgled tinny, as they drew water and hung it over the fireplace. Like countless other women, young and old, this morning the city, they sat down, to shake beans in the coffee mill and soon filled the rhythmic grind of their hands, the back room. It mingled with the nameless scent of water vapor and covered the small kitchen like a heavy black veil.

Only Mama Morgana's cooking at this hour of the morning was a black curtain slept in the living air allowed if the water on the heat and the mill to the powder and it was waiting for coffee. A cursory sin of the Loa and Ghede looks for happiness away always with one eye, but by the vapors, and grinding could Mama Morgana the substances in the Hut flutter and hear the gurgle Hahn uncertain. Ghede looks away. Ghede looks away.

When the water has already trickled down through a fine Stoffsieb into a pitcher, even Eshus steps trickled from the plains and alleys to their front door. They mixed decided by the early reality and Mama Morgana their protege still waiting on his first complaint to be until the first cup of coffee was ready. flowed

As the black water in a painted cup, took a wooden bead, the grooves between the bones to the back room and jumped on. She came to a halt kullernd on the straw mats Mama smiled and Morgana, while they picked up in passing.