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"He says this, his words spread throughout the world and, sobbing, passed." Machrab said in one of his mostazod: I feel like the poet of the seventeenth century wandering between his Namangand Valley and the desert to Hotan borders of China, "Going around the world I did not find that evil and resentment: I walked out of a hundred sorrows and anger "I do not know what to do or think ... All what you write, I am far from facilitating task, confused. Between recriminations, praise and questions, I do not know where to keyboard ... Some of you overwhelm me, diss me ... almost - I'd have taken hostage, I'd be a nerd technocrat who "take their foot in intellectual masturbation without tomorrow "or" confuse the twentieth century with the nineteenth "... I do not write as you want: some of you lack rhythm techno, slam, rap, "it does not balance" for others my style is too stiff, "tight ass" even dares to one of you after which I would be "ill-kissed"'d be afraid of my truth and sex should make my coming out, do not count on me to show off my ass, my penis and my balls or install a webcam that you would ... provide my intimacies

Others, however, are full of praise, praise my perseverance, my equanimity, my search for balance and moderation as if what I wrote a little reassured

... But you do not tell me that style! You also deplore the lack of incidents, the low likelihood of what I report, the poverty of my invention or, instead, rent my refusal of sensationalism and the dictates of the "spirit of time" ... I do

not know ... I do not know! ... "Machrab, you ask yourself about the world like the wind of dawn Come, I'll come a moment, then wander, soon disappear," says the same poet: my role is transient, I am committed to bring you the history of Saint-Loup gold in spite of myself, through sheer power of words, I find myself engaged in an adventure that is beyond me. Believe me, I wanted none of this and all the evidence I receive about it, since that would have been the lover of Zita to that which has been through his mother's friend ... brother - far from helping me, expose me to the fragility of human memory total. The more I go, the more I doubt the more I doubt I suffer more: "Friends, do not blame Machrab insignificance ... What can I do, I walked the streets of suffering."

end I believe that ever I have known Saint-Loup and that what he is talking about is nothing but imaginative indulgence.