Every Sunday between 6:00 pm and 11:30 pm , the ghost library moved into an abandoned bookstore near Notre-Dame de Paris. The ghosts of the past come out of the stained glasses, the books fly by themselves, the words are free and all the little world go slowly towards the ghost library taking sometimes on their way parchments or other treasures of the history of France . Montesquieux, Richelieux, Delille, cousin Despréaux, devorepierre, or the first woman in the air force could be seen. The ghosts of the past are slowly moving their library.
The first one says: So let's get settled here, the books will join us after the words come out of their book. Let's do a debate on the French Academy on the immortality of language or the future of society. I admit you change the subject and give us .......
he is interrupted by the second
the second: hush! a human come quickly , hiding us, we should rather bring up the library when humans sleep, we will not be disturbed.
Mrs. Kidman, the owner of the bookstore arrives and sees the mess.
Mrs kidman: that's the mess every day, a bookworm just passed by.
M Frixtone: Dear Mrs Kidman, I have come to meet you to talk to you, yes, I must speak to you about my discovery, although I am writing a book on Paris. What a mess here!
Mrs Kidman: Ah, you scared me. Yes we can talk to each other, it's late talking tomorrow morning is better for me.
M Frixtone: yes of course, I come back anyway.
Both out of the bookstore, the ghosts come back, the books jostle just behind the ghosts, but silence the books, a human can come back. The words danced, drank, ripped to find a place in the next book. The words how to say, are alive, vibrate with vivacity, turn, turn around. Ghosts discuss quietly around a table with suspended candles.
In the morning everything disappeared.
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