Chapter clock. Vagalasacaradamanata 
"I do not really want to do it," he says Regina.
E 'terrified. Terrified as I have not ever seen, with big eyes and dark look at me, looking earnestly into mine. Bring them to trial ...
I put to the test.
"I have to do it, Regina. I do not know what else to invent"
"This is not even remotely an option." Raise your voice. I doubt was in its intentions to do so. The back down immediately. He pants and avoid cross my eyes again.
"Why are you so afraid?"
A wry smile is drawn on the face. He died right away, that smile, the body is the hard line of his lips. No answer.
Almost two months that I try to make sense of what I said ... the person? I met the screening of Metropolis
.
"Give me your life - he said - Destroy a piece of your life"
I admit, I've got not much thought. Not immediately, anyway. I traveled far and wide to Bologna, hands in pockets, brooding face, to think and think and think. I thought this could be write, as usual. Write a story, something old and give it as I'm concerned ... give it to whom?
I wrote a lot. I wrote back memories of asylum, I wrote the first person I fell in love, my first story, a dream I had.
I found a comb through anything that might be of significance in my life. It 's funny, obvious: sometimes nothing, sometimes I'd rather be spoiled for choice. Whatever there was of importance, I burned.
... and nothing happened.
I got drunk like an idiot. I burned a little 'memories over a bottle of brandy which, moreover, even this is a starting point for destroying at least a little '. Nothing, of course. Furthermore, it is that I approached this approach with much conviction.
My research has not progressed one iota. I also thought of giving up several times. I did.
I said well, after all, who cares , and for a while 'I minded my own business, which were not those of Von Beck or Michael Jackson.
Until a few days ago, I have not seen, the King of Pop. Regina and I were sitting in front of the TV, Cantonese spring rolls and rice on the table before us.
Michael Jackson answered questions at a press conference. He raised his arm to wave and when it did, the commentary pointed out already on TV something that both of us had noticed just a fraction of a second before.
"Shit," I said.
"It is transforming. Shit, Hanuman, has started to become"
He raised his hand and we realized all of his wrist artificial. Much larger than the arm, a lump of flesh and bone popped out, uninvited, on that body. A dumpling
square cock, perfectly square.
The pulse of a Master of the Universe is mounted on a Barbie.
We froze. A mouthful of rice and a holy terror, but Jack waved his fake hand under our nose, hundreds of cameras away.
"He wants me to watch. I would keep hidden, otherwise, it has always done, "said Regina.
" Calm ... calm. I mean, let's think for a moment "
" There is nothing to think about. Is becoming "
A couple of days later, I'm here writing and sifting through photos of that press conference. There is a magnification that makes you see how on his wrist, see the lines, most of the joints. The skin is smooth as a plastic block. At 3:30 in the morning, I get scared looking at Big Jim's arm in the foreground.
So, I started thinking about it. And again and again and again. Why do I get the impression that curse Michael Jackson and delete it in time, has become a matter of life or death.
Destroy a piece of your life.
E 'was at this point, I've come up with this idea.
Destroy a piece of your life. And if you alter or delete any post on this blog?
"Because what they are, what is Hanuman, is everything in this blog. If I write that I'm talking to you right now, for the reader, one thing is true. Whether it happened or not. But if I gate , then vice versa does not exist, never happened. Or was it correct
,
amended. It will never be as real as it was before, "says Regina.
"And if you create a short circuit? If you get stuck in, in all this? In short, you realize that you too could become less
real? "
" Well ... Oh God, I do not think there is this risk. Well, not I want to erase everything and then ... and then you hear, I will not be the first or the only person who changes a post, delete it, it ... "
Again, Regina looked at me straight in the eye.
" Queen, what are you afraid? ", the I ask again.
"I have memories with you. Who will be in my memories? Hanuman before or after the editing of his life? And those memories will be worth something again? "
" I told you, I'm not the only one who ... "
" Hanuman, do not take me for a fool. I know how that is different "
Snorts. It reminds me of Eco, one of the last times I spoke with him and I said I was unconscious e. .. what else? dangerous, yes. Dangerous.
Yet, for a moment, shakes me doubt that I have always made this speech. That this speech is something that I do say, in a review of the chapter in which we discuss together.
Shit.
What really scares me is the air exalted in my eye, which goes hand in hand with the concern of Regina.
"Four chapters. Two lead them. Two correct them. Only two"
"I fear thee, Hanuman," whispered the Queen.
