A near the heart of extracts Loved CosmoZ, gleaned on FaceBook, and then posted here in a fake scoop but to the attention of those who are not / want not réseausocialiser, here is a form of, say, collector. Excavated (it's a habit) of the heyday that brought me to be cursed to have copy / paste an item backfromoz blogspot dot com now carried by a black hole of cyberspace.
Some still remember it.
What follows as of April 2006 (I believe).
CosmoZ not yet CosmoZ book but in vain.
For reference, if you will, in Book XIX of the Claro, published a few years earlier.
In the current state of my mailbox, I do not know whether this passage has changed in what will come out from your local bookseller Favorite August 18 next. If someone, somewhere, on the other side of the rainbow, it said without any gravity, has the means to compare, let him speak or be silent forever.
course, if this excerpt embarrassment, that I understand easily, I will withdraw without delay or preconditions (quoique. mailbox ... .. wait ... Aug. 18 - no, I do not blackmail Just kidding).
Now fasten your seatbelts, it'll take off. And
décoiffer.
It starts with a cyclone
suite shortly.In the cyclone, the eye, and eye, nothing, if not thousands of other cyclones twisted by wind and wind-driven, long gray muslin cones fall apart, eventually grind and clench jerking hip-hop, impossible to know what form it takes silence to what degree of deception or turbulence he found there brought, what sounds are what other dissected embalmed, impossible to deploy a thought strong enough for it to have any hope of escape: no, we know, there is tight, because the storm is rising, raging, and winds join forces, forming a bulb once stretched convoluted funnel layer of cold air and jolts patina on the layer of warm air, forcing it to set itself up as furious column discs, articulated, and the air has ceased to be pure volition and horizontal shapes its internal walls to Torque, invented the discipline and convulsions disaster - a tornado is born, it is screwed on and Bones itself with pleasure, sometimes mimicking the immobility at a speed of five hundred kilometers per hour, compressing time and distance, forward and refocus on devouring force, regurgitation, here ventousée the earth and in heaven crowned vacuum, it is too late, because I'm afraid, yes, I'm afraid we're back in Kansas, Toto.
Good (Toto exit) as it is that tornadoes in Kansas find their natural expression of the most successful, most pragmatic in this region worn by the obstinacy of the first settlers and the Indians deprived of resistance. Alcohol, guns, concessions, betrayal: it is a long pattern integrated. Fusing the southern state then northward by tracing invisible lines of squalls, tornadoes benefit of aridity and drought to abandon the ground cracked plains of New Mexico gravitate towards the Great Lakes magnetic.
Fact: It has not rained for three days and three nights. The afternoon was retarded in soil cracks and shadows Torves trees. Ideally, dogs panting under tractors, naps bent and folded in on themselves in the drama of a bed or on a porch swing. In the cornfield, the scarecrow dance without moving, all TVs are suddenly brutally siphoned from the inside by an intake of air, knocking the bulbs, then blink off, the shutters slap in Morse shingles, dust hesitates and skips, very soon it scrapes and squeaks, the light appears to be declining in fits and starts, like the sight of a dying man who sees the evening crush everything he knows. All
there, the cloud begins its slow descent into a flip and more and more gray, it swells until it reaches a thickness of fifty feet, frantically sucks everything his trunk ringed may encounter on the surface of the earth , then spits it all in one which disperses NOTHING. (The tornado cyclone differs, as once the emotion of sentiment differed, as now the nightmare is different from the dream. More specifically, the column is perpendicular tornado and proceeds by leaps and suctions while the hurricane chimney leaning slightly forward, stuck to the ground by its rotating base. The dance, the other scrolls. The attack, the other fled. But it goes without saying that they will not hesitate to exchange their characteristics at the slightest provocation, faithful to the extraordinary susceptibility of Nature, which is excited about everything and everywhere by the human factor.) All this progress on the carpet agreements with animosity contained a vacuum having waived called Hoover. Monte cow, jump the fence the bike lane between maize and schoolchildren tressautent scattered over twenty-four frames per second in the colon moving. Farm buildings, barns, feed troughs, feeders reproductions painted and hung on the walls inside the farm buildings, the shiny mass of agricultural machinery, stones torn from the labyrinths of the soles of boots, teeth spat in the dust and even eyelash deposited on the pulp of the index and then left on the bark of the tree flew, tenfold, dissociated. All this forms grub then climbs into the shower neck and cyclone that redistributes breaststroke, engaged in couplings of interlopers, of unfair collusion, and without the slightest sense of humor as we are, remember, in the eye burst that has nothing to do but everything to lose.
