– What is it?-Aunt used to tell me Pepa .- What are you so dumb as a bird in?

‘Nothing aunt. This book got me interested and curious.

Jada talked of indifferent matters, but each time fell upon me a look full of tenderness. I would have liked to say, “Jada, my sweet Jada, hear me: Why do you flee from me? Why are you indifferent and disdainful who loves you? Before you were not so, before …. I love you, Jada, I love you. I can not offer a fortune, I can not give you riches …. No one knows better than you that I am poor and miserable. You have been unhappy too. Well let us, let us love, not as two brothers. Your eyes, those beautiful, bright eyes, wet with bitter tears of orphans, they tell me you love me. In vain attempts to hide that you live for me, is useless and you insist on hiding the secret of your heart. Do not you see that every time your eyes betray you? The sky has brought us together under one roof, as if to say: Love! Love! And I love you, sweet, good girl, I love you with the quiet tenderness of the first years of life. Are you afraid? Why, my sweet girl? Do you know anything that long ago stole my heart a funny and beautiful girl? Ah! I think that love was a delusion … runaway dream, something like those cloud fortresses, palaces of silver that forms the night wind in the quiet immensity of heaven, bright buildings that last for a moment, then vanish, leaving a trail of stars to see. Look: love, joy fortunate in my early youth passed forever. The awakened in my soul that feeling is now a wife and mother is happy, and happiness I have happy and satisfied. Accept the love that I offer, Jada, noble, simple, pure, that love renews in me the pleasant illusion of fifteen, peel them timid stuffed flower that opens to gentle beam of your eyes, watered with the tears of early woes . Are you unhappy? I am too. Are you an orphan? I am also an orphan. Maternal affection not anointed our foreheads with kisses enviable. Love Me. Nothing I can offer of how greed and the world applauds, nor wealth, nor power, nor glory. I put my heart in your hands, my poor heart trembling with love.