That moment in the park near the guesthouse was quite tensed. The trees were covered in deep crimson flowers. When Alberto stoop to feel the texture of a small furry leaf, Belen quickly told him not to touch the plants. They were having a serious conversation. Belen blushed crimson with embarrassment and emotion. She said she could not see him anymore. Alberto turned to her, rolling his eyes, his tri-corner hat slightly askew. He could not fathom what he was hearing. There were few more gruesome and sanguinary spectacles than this, but the news was too sudden. Their relationship was quite steady, he always thought. Belen decided not to be trapped in the cage anymore, not to be unhappy. The nightmare of deceit and confusion was over. She decided to go back to her husband. Alberto steadied and pulled himself together and accepted it. And so they parted that afternoon.
the light is gone and so are you
autumn leaves drowning down the stream
dragonflies hover on water
no air to breathe and days are blue
no pleasant dreams, only nightmares
why can’t we remain as we were?
I know time will help, I’ll get through
but for now let me just scream
and of course, it will get better
time to whisper a fond adieu
in the end it was all a dream
just accept, no need to alter
no regrets, our story that was
no anger, no whys and because