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She was looking for some clear vision in the eyes of a stranger. But it all came on clue that this was just a shallow night. Moonlight would not work on this side of the world and yet she wanted to see him move. Her sight became the sky. Sighs were rising from their lips and blew the stars up into the universe again. She would let him on the wall, but would let him slip and fall down on the floor again. A final rush came over them. "Je ne veux pas croire que tu est le fou dangereux, because you are little stars, little moonbeams when you are pretending." Silently she moved into second beds. He watched her betrayal and squeezed

War of Angels

his eyes. He could not take her artificial sunlight. He looked above. "I can not do this now. Promenons-nous dans les bois..." Not a single God answered. "I am Godless," he said very sudden. "There is no comparison to a dangerous fool. Je ne suis pas le Dieu!" He had the urge of killing in his eyes, but he couldn't do it. She screamed and tore the sheets apart, while flying out of orbit. "Le Dieu et un fou dangereux, they are not equals!" He was tired of this useless fight. "It doesn't matter. Le Dieu ou un fou dangereux, c'est tout un pour eux!" He lit a cigarette and brought stillness in this war. The smoke created a wall between their critical minds. "Tu est mon coeur," she said. "Et j'ai peur!" She started to laugh. He sighed. He spread his wings of fume and flew into the blue of his oblivion. She was left behind with her two empty beds and her head full of sickness. Qui est le fou dangereux maintenant? Gods whispered in her ear: "Bye little orphan. The dangerous fool couldn't kill you tonight. Will you take him into the woods the next time?"