“And I went the next day. This woman was the victim of an impossible love, and unable to give happy ending to his love, he perished because all the other creatures in the universe are confused in close and permanent loving embrace. His talk was enough to stun anyone, but that evening, what really went down myself on the verge of pointless, was not the form but the substance and subject of his talk. Although very veiled allusions and shredded into tiny, which intertwined and wrapped between empty tirades, Anguish came to tell me I was madly in love and could not live without me. I knew that Angustias often came by the house maid, and sometimes slept there. I went through the house. Each snack, spinster clear later. One day I suggested that I gather there with Sorrows, she would prepare him well and nobody would know. I refused, around, God knows how much effort and expense of dying. And my confessor persuaded me to curtail amorous inclinations does not cost any effort! The maid replied: “Do not worry, Don Pedrito, I am convinced you have a true vocation of healing.” Fed up with my love and she understood my pain. He continued: “There was no wrong in what you intended, nor danger, since it is so firm in your religious vocation. It was a charity, alms to the poor would Sorrows. Only to see you around for the last time, would be happy for the rest of his life. So you could instill a vocation, and that goal nun …. “I insisted on my refusal.