My face felt the warmth of his breath. For a moment I felt I had touched my forehead with a light kiss.

Then we returned in silence to the house. I leave him as he could, but at the bottom of my heart echoed the cry of joy:

“I have had in his arms!”

In the doorway, the old doctor came to us and we held out his hands saying:

Mary is better, my children, better than expected.

At the bottom of my heart echoed the cry of joy:

“I have had in his arms!”

And now the terrible night!

Every minute before my eyes still stands as a key in my fury and his eyes of fire.

That night, I recall it and make it pass me like ghosts are evoked to stir with his testimony about a murder that’s been years.

What crime have I committed? None.

My hands are pure, and on the day of reckoning, when weighing our actions, can I go boldly before the throne of Almighty God and say, “Cover me with your clothes whiter, put my shoulders wings more delicate swan let me put myself in the front row, because I have a beautiful voice, which only takes a little practice to honor the paradise. “

But there are crimes that have not committed acts or words, which penetrate into the soul like a pestilential breath, and the poison so completely that even the body concludes perish.