– I am happy that you noticed so fast this fact that is particular in their life, in these simple people’s life, with a life rich in their own livings, and unfairly despised by some people. With the risk of turning away from the daylight shadows and of irritating you with my stories or maybe to pass faster over the line of daily sufferings, and this is because of the fact that one can get you at the village side very hard, when the car doesn’t “haste” you and you get back very fast at the place you planned going. I see now, that all you do is in a big hurry.
A person, when falls in love, surprisingly finds out that in fact he doesn’t really know him self enough, but he is wishfully enough from all his being to get to know another person. In this moment he realizes he is in a special state of being: euphoria, mixed up with doubt, which alters into a distinct state of sensibility. Then is seems that his high-mindedness is raked up and discovers with astonishment that he is capable of acts and behaviors that he didn’t assume before and, on top of all that, in all this happiness and contradictory feelings you feel that in your soul, a doubt eats you, a fear, for the first time you realize that true happiness does not exist.
This is the first truth that you hope to banish fast, to get rid of it, if you cannot, you neglect it.
While you were a child, a teenager, you built your self a model, you got ready a toilet, you’ve done all you thought was necessary to face the world, to be seen, to be taken heed on by this world. Now you determine that this “world” has a form. It is a HE or a SHE, the human being you felt in love with. In this moment the biggest wish is to become the best, more gorgeous, more important, more valued by the loved one. Obviously that love doesn’t come at the same age at everyone, as older we get as apparent our clumsiness will get, becoming harsh even in the context of our usually life. We could also affirm that 98% of the two genders could like each other; we could understand each other…
And then …Then the bell rings and our geologist meditation, because this story is about him, were suddenly interrupted and he left for the door.

– Good evening, Jorj!
– Hello Viky, please come in. Viky, this fashion-monger around 70 years old, the one you could find at the entrance of the church when we were getting out from it, by the time this story was told, he had about the same age as Jorj, around 35 years old. For a while he went away from the village, form its life, without anyone knowing anything about him for a while and now here he is, the old lady’s man at the door, this immortally lover, Don Juan’s competitor.
– Please forgive me for my annoyance, Jorj! Viky spoke at the entrance.
– Don’t be so official, we know each other for a lifetime, why do you say such thing? Come in!
– Ok, Ok, but …we haven’t seen each other for a long time, and I haven’t even give you a phone call …
– Fell like home, we moved along from the phase when you hide under a mask!
– Still, if you allow me I would like to take an advantage of you, of your time. I implore you to listen to me, although for sure my story won’t interest you, but I want you to understand me when I tell you, I have no one to confess in this village. If I don’t tell this story to someone I feel I would suffocate. I just ask you a thing: listen to me. Even if I was away for this long, if some of my friends have left, and some disappeared, there still are those that don’t welcome me in their home …I called at your door too, at you, the one I’ve been close, best friends, and I see that you are the only one that welcomed me. So, you can do this for me?
– Dear Viky! You don’t have to take everything seriously! Some of us change, some regret who knows what action, and some would cover their sins. Speaking for myself, I am ready to listen you confession.
– I thank you and I hope I could return the kindness you show me. By the way …did you get marry?
– Yes. For some time.
– Yes…the lady is home?
– Of course. She’s preparing some compote in the kitchen. I think she did not even hear us.

– Then I shall start. I tell you my story. The story of my life starts from Tita. Until then I don’t relay have who knows what memories or some important things to distinguish in my life, before knowing her. Still as a strange thing is the fact that from our breaking up I couldn’t say I lived special moments or I had other sorts of accomplishments. No. This woman … TITA…was like an advertisement. She was always shining and she had a charm of envy. Envied by all the women that saw her. Around men she was the polarizing appearance. They all circled around her. She was a very dominative person. She acted with all the men around her as an oppressor. The one that was caught in her meshes reacted at the smallest gesture that she was making, begin totally thrilled, I could say for he entire life time … and believe me “behind” her there were uncounted lost men and their number, of the thrilled ones, was daily rising, night by night. Through these thrilled men, these crazy in love after her, she satisfied her desires. She was of unique sadism in this matter. In the place she was in she couldn’t allow that other woman to be courted, to be equal to her. Many, a lot of men hungered, hoped for a bite from her love. But they did not know that Tita had just one love, for her own person. No love, any romance of any man touched her, in no circumstances to agonize her, to crunch her, how it should normally happen, to have an echo in her soul, sonority in the yearning fire of their love. She was as a stone. Indiscoverable and nevertheless the one that felt from grace was a complete man. He would fall not only from her surrounding but he would also loose his friends, colleges and whatever affinity he had towards the society.
You had the feeling that herself was the vogue in love. Men, hurt in their high-mindedness, in their Ego, were looking in vane solutions for their revival in the society and for many times this decadence will bring them in despair, some getting until the supreme gesture …
Her smile crushed down a lot of destinies and besmirched a lot of families. I could see her right now how she would get close with gentle steps, gallants, like a queen, to a group or other, moving away some, getting close others, through gestures that sometimes stud out life from death, to whom they were intended. That’s how she was then …