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Monsters invisible

That morning thick fog enveloped everything, made invisible houses, the road, traffic of cars, looked like a river in flood, muddy. Crossed a bum, bum, unshaven, yellowish, a few teeth, open hand looking for some money or cigarettes. The eyes were alive, look sharp, irreverent, the ice seemed to have bent his figure, although he did not care he walked slowly, the pace of those who feel more detached, arousing curiosity in me feelings of ridiculous . But, here, that after a few steps away, another followed him, and then another and another, more mocking smile, his back more bent, as if they were all born from the same mother elusive monsters, free to move. I stopped to look at a window, I could not bear to see again, I watched the smug I look smart and nice and I wondered what I fear. Walking among them, I felt humiliated, confused, almost drunk, trying in vain to seek an explanation myself, I was empty, my soul was dancing over the waves of a stormy sea.
They all laughed: tramps, old ladies with their clothes torn, dragged me in the midst of them walking the streets in a procession as satanic.
vanished in the fog, in the evening, leaving me with tattered clothes, unshaven, his hand out to beg.