My friend Louise is devastated. Yesterday was at my house, and to tell their troubles, broke into tears. His great distress is not related to the cause that produces it. My friend is easy tears, and no less easy to have a laugh. This is said to be very sensitive to all emotions. He married a year ago with Daniel, a marriage of love, very comfortable, in addition, both families, which belong to our little clan of “haut”. The courtship was a romance to which the pale raptures of Romeo and Juliet. In the halls, parties and balls were not separated for a moment. A French writer, always a bit ironic that speaks of love, says the cause that is not screwed up love being together is that they are always talking about themselves. Louise and Daniel, in the course of their courtship, failed to exhaust the subject. His spiritual commitment has exceeded imagined as the most sublime lyric poet. But all is over, if we go by the copious tears of Luisa.

– Oh, Marianela, how wretched I am!

– So much, so much?

– Much, much!

‘Well, what’s wrong?

Daniel-That leaves me.

– What! What?

Yes, I quit. I’m not for him it was before. So men are! …

-Hey, Luisita, women speak ill of men in general and love in particular. This is our main error, error which should be nothing less than the life of the universe.

Well, well, do not give me stories, and philosophies. What I say is that I am very unhappy.