18 sept 2013

Dubois & the Claws


And besides all the long details stated above, Rene Dubois survived -supernaturally many times- to his numerous tete a tete with those claws, jaws and enormous heads


how did he escape?

No one knows

but he was like a rubber dummie, and no claw could ever hurt him, never in his 30 years of career as lion tamer in Hendaye, and near towns, like Bidart (Bidarte), Bilbao (Bilbo), Biarritz (Miarritze), or Pamplona (Iruña)


the panthera leo's, these wild beasts, they never understood his love, no:


because, like a puppet of oil, Dubois slipped among the terrifying ungues, leaving all the protagonism to the clumsy animals, that ended biting each other, while Dubois observed them from a corner of the cage.



And he added the giant tiger of India to his performances, to make it more exotic, or abhorrent


and the audience was a drawing in black & white suspended around the cage in a vertigo of open mouths


and they observed the routines of Dubois, perplexed, idiotized, nonexistent


and Dubois always escaped from the perfidious claw, because he was clever, a real taura.





The 18 of September of 2013, in the afternoon, Dubois started feeling an insupportable itch in his neck, and as every itch deserves a scratch, Dubois scratched his jugular:


Dubois verified a strange beating in his left arm and the left half of his chest simultaneously followed by a fresh sensation, like a liberation


a liberation


the red glow of a deformed lake of blood flashing on his shirt caught his eye, as his jugular didn't stop gushing his vital fluid in unstoppable jet... desperate Dubois ran to the bathroom, and tried to stop the brutal bleeding with a huge white towel, but it was useless


the fissure of the artery ran too deep, ecstatic in its own crimson hemorrhage: viewing his own blood shed, Dubois had a faint, the first and last faint of his life



 

but Dubois always outwitted the pale claw, because he was smarter, a real taura.





I swear that the corpse of Rene Dubois, was totally seco when a gendarm found it

white, chicken-ized, kosher like Shimon Peres in his sepulchre.






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