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I'm in a bar, an old and poorly maintained, but has a small stage where a waiter tells us that, then present a distinguished visiting Samson, a tremendously powerful man who, after being tricked by Delilah, transformed into one more of the losers of this world.
said, go see a man dressed in a tunic, while we're there, we doubt among applaud or not that guy, who is sitting on a floor that was on stage. In the end, of course, no one applauds, although all were silent, listening man.
Samson, moreover, was old, almost bald, her eyes closed to hide his dead eyes and holding a glass of beer in one hand.
"The real weakness is they no longer see the world" he told us, all the rest are short stories, lies, stories that are invented to decorate a fall is always more dignified when they fall between columns, and anything that caused our collapse is coming down with us ...
then stands up and begins to explain how it was supposed that after death ... how Dalila's betrayal he was humiliated until he was taken to the party, with the Philistines, and managed get in the way of the two main columns ...
-It was then that I started to push, "said Samson, as hard as I could: a column with each arm, but could not do anything ... by then, well, I was blind, and had no idea of \u200b\u200bthe reactions of others ... well, only after you drop, after my attempts, I could hear the laughter of others before his futile ...
Here, Samson takes his glass of beer in one gulp, after which comes the waiter to serve another. Then continues.
"I did not die, however, as you can see ... and it was weak ... and sometimes to die force is needed, or some will, at least, since I had nothing left me ... But the Philistines took me on to repeat the attempt, and in each of their parties that I was trying to bring down, as if you were given the opportunity to fight against the world, always stronger while one was losing faith in each attempt, until it became this ...
After telling this, and take another glass of beer, music starts playing in local and Samson was withdrawn by the waiter to leave on a table next to us, where he served another drink, of course-while a woman climbs on stage with a minimum odalisque outfit and begins dancing and stripping slowly the clothes ...
- A round of applause for Dalila! "Then asked the waiter, who takes to serve other beers of the men, now applaud the show, but without much enthusiasm.
Delilah, wearing only a transparent veil gets large scissors and begins to walk around the tables, while we're there, without any response, let's cut one or several strands of hair, which takes Dalila to the stage, before taking off the veil, and finish the dance completely nude.
After that, the show ends, and Dalila disappears doors that open onto a rear of the premises, and everything returns to normal old bar and bring evil, which is what this place is, after all.
Then some men pay their bills, and go, while little by little the place began to empty and even the waiter begins to speed up the accounts, where we add $ 500 for the show and it seems to do any other business, because I see you take another man to a back door, just where he got Delilah.
I, meanwhile, after paying my bill, I notice that on a table remains withdrawn Samson, with his robe, and with eyes still closed blindness it seems that it is at least true.
's alone, and for a moment think of approach to speak, but I'm not sure why.
Instead, I'm looking for a while until I remembered the meeting was cut hair on stage ... a few strands minimum sweep someone, I suppose, and get into a bag, so everything is ready to function morning because "I was told, at least, this is a show that is repeated almost daily.
And of course, the hair is there, yet, on the floor of the stage ... and see me then produces, I discover something like a spasm, a knot in my chest still hurts in a weird way ... "sweet pain" perhaps, as I was saying -just a song about Samson, who had
Regina Spektor ... In the end, to avoid mulling over that feeling, I decide to leave the room, past Samson who would say some words of farewell, and he responds with a "Goodbye, Philistine," which I do not want to pursue further.
Then I put on my headphones and randomly choose any music at full volume, as I cross the city streets without looking to the side, and indeed, to nowhere.
And the streets are too noisy, and all men and women seem weak whores.
And the whole city seemed to recognize me then, had something similar to the sound of scissors.
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