When the door opened, and Eshu sohlenlos came quietly into the room, stood still for the substance.
The cloths were removed from their liveliness and transparency abruptly and walled the room with a distorted surreal maze.
blue to ice frozen, passed in yellow amber, green waste as a timber, Braun came to roads, burns white in the sun, congealed red.
"Mama Morgana?" The voice echoed into the room.
Mama Morgana smiled calmly and throws the shadow of her spirit in the room. The tissue begins to be folded into itself, again and again and again how the closing flowers, but wound beyond nature to himself, breaks out to something alien.
The silhouette of the Mambo, coffee drinking is kneeling on the floor her caricature of all the folds of the fabric, while Eshu abruptly by the niches and cracks began to dance, writhing. She takes a sip from the cup and tastes like it began to simmer in Eshus interior like a fever dream. He turned and writhed in a frenzy by the pristine colors, while stirring and stirring. The cup is its boiler, the coffee ritual.
a painful truth so childish like whipped knees, everything is all rite and ritual is powerful.
Mama Morgana smells the fabric strip over Eshus face as delicate spider webs, while his fingers gently plays around the cup rim. She swings the black sea, and he stumbled, spilling a stain on the white ground and he fell.
The coffee seeps through the fine grooves between the bones and the magic of cut and pulled Eshu by the railways as a doll. The last sip of the cup it winds up into a ball.
While the fabric around him pulls together - the shells fall and tear the threads can - to know Mama Morgana in his eyes. Color suffocated as he crept closer inert mass spat on the ground, leaving a sound track of knotted curtains.
It looks like his hand approached and attacked. An arrowhead of caramel, shiny with sweat buried beneath colorful, soft stones.
Eshu sat the Mambo over and she poured coffee after.
"Our art does not tolerate delay."
The room was a pale circle of quiet Lines. The cloths and curtains undulated and curled a little. Perhaps laughter.
"Voodoo tolerate savagery;. Disproportionality no, no moderation"
Eshu was sitting in the same position as her and she could not him resent looking engine confused. His hands touched the body and found that nothing had happened.
"We can climb to us by the Loa, we do not ride around on them."
His gaze clung to her and he seemed calm. Really good. She grinned, poured into a second cup of coffee and slid it over to him slowly.
"You thought but not that voodoo dolls are an old wives' tale or Eshu?
His mouth opened into a round, but again burst like a bubble from a lack of content. If the same would not ask for zombies, they would see serious chances for him. He grabbed the cup and took a thoughtful sip, as he studied the colors. Very carefully. Supervisors view. Oscillating body.
"Agwe Damballah and is perhaps the most cool", it broke out of his serious face.
"Que?" It was Mama Morgana the young man to examine confused before her.
"I mean," he sat in as the first waves of a tidal wave, "which sounded far too serious and profound. The characters, the meanings of the symbols, the whole A great many. The names of the domains, the determination. Sure, a huge responsibility to be awake for the spirits. "
He waved his hands as if to sell tickets between them and Mama Morgana.
"But this I mean. Wow. What will I learn first? "
Eshus record of enthusiasm open face, every pore of power and wisdom already given, it was only shake his head and laughing, until he also coincided with the colors and waves - mountains and clouds began to beat. The rooster cackled. Then mom stopped Morgana in a grin.
"We will start with the fact that you cross paths Ghede only if really no other way. Then I explain to you why the are not as dead as stupid. "
He blinked surprised to meet her. Eshus eyes were very young and Mama Morgana felt suddenly very, very old.
"Nothing else?" There was no whining in his tone, but rather a quiet please. She folded her face with a gentle smile.
"If we then have time, I present to you before my grandchildren. When my niece today Calypso Chicken. "