Don't be jealous with his wife... To she doesn't decive you, with the malice she learned from you.
- Eça de Quiróz
His eyes without a face...
Her oblique and covert gypsy eyes
He knows that they were risking
But she comes along because he loves her face
He thought: "I will pay for all my sins"...
And she told him: "We will"
How could he know if her love was true?
In a second she bluffed: For him, I die .... But for you, I kill.
He was thinking about they... "Would we get right..."
She smoked her last cigarrete
Why you're so crazy?
...
She knew that now they would be closer and together.
And in her nighmares he was locked forever.
