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it may, anything so I can sing with you my starlings, and here we go headfirst into the earth and its bare breasts after balancing them on the end of our noses, so you see how much I love you my sweet good-for-nothings, kiss me, love me sang their bounteous Madonna while her husband urged her with a glower to put her bra back on, now is that any way for a woman to act he thought, so disconcerted that he said nothing, she just went on that way for quite a while, singing as she held our faces and hair against her ample bosom, o blessed domain, at least until her husband roughly ordered her out of the bar, and this was Robbie’s true Fatalité, calling love and the generosity of sharing down upon him, a wild woman dancing across the boards between purple velvet curtains, the whole luscious banquet of sex and the senses, my own Fate, a risk to be run without trickery, life, unbridled frenzy, perhaps I loved it too much, Robbie confided to Petites Cendres, and the way we live, it’s better not to get too attached, even if we are a family, non-attachment is a law that can’t be broken except at great risk, believe me Petites Cendres, a danger that brings you back to life all the better to cut you down again, you see, don’t you, the way she is, your desirable Yinn, inaccessible even in our arms, I kiss you and fly away, belonging only to Jason, my round-armed tattooed one with vests even in the cold, maybe a flattened straw hat when he’s singing, sharing with Yinn the long Bermudas with cargo pockets, one glimpse of Yinn’s coquetry and show-off style is e nough to make him spurn the slightest bit of decoration, he lives and breathes Yinn’s rich diversity, her batting eyelashes, the shift of her shoulder blades under the orange straps of her evening dress, he says she’s my princess or she’s like this or like that, he doesn’t know what to say anymore, Jason the man is not very talkative, except certain demonstrative words or outrage, and it is all for Yinn, Jason says, Yinn preferring to design outfits she can show off down in the street, a prince flying over the abyss on a silken sail or climbing the wooden stairs to the cabaret every evening and night, no longer parading herself but standing upright and lifting a fold of her dress, wondering if she had to go on with these shows, invited to New York and Los Angeles, if we had to repeat all our gestures endlessly from night to night in a decor that just intensified and can be broken like the set around Fatalité and her voice and laughter, Fatalité, once so vivacious, that flower of mine, but the game with men, whether exercising their charms or not, the voices of Jason and Yinn and their dances onstage, whether Yinn be indifferent or given over, had first and fore most to survive, sordid as the misery of so many bizarre creatures may be, incongruous species Robbie said to Petites Cendres, that’s what I think, we have to perpetuate ourselves, fly over the gulf and the abysses end to end, like Yinn, without asking too many questions, touching without touching, running between clouds and earth but not breathless, as eagles fly, gliding in a straight line like Yinn at some ancestral plane unique to the race perhaps, and you have seen her eyes, both fixed and disoriented all at once, a hardened look she must have learned early on, though still tender at times, you’ve seen how she looks at us, a blue arrow of a look, haven’t you Petites Cendres, that impassive oriental gaze, so brother, remember the look disappears as easily as it came, Petites Cendres again saw the refugees on the Thai beach, all of them tied up with Yinn among them, then thrown into the sea, and when the young dealer approaches from the street, the drug gangster asks Yinn if he’s got any salt, meaning a quick fix, no, Yinn’s definite, a quick little bit of salt the dealer repeats, when a blue-arrow glance from Yinn transfixes him and sends him on his way before Jason does it for him faster and