THE MOON WAS A FAITHFUL WITNESS

“I get tired of me doing all the talking, Mike; why don't you tell me something?”

“What do you want me to tell you? Old Richard, my life without her is empty.”

“Then tell me about her.”

“She was beautiful, the most beautiful; her tenderness was immeasurable; she was a larva in a chrysalis state, and I made her metamorphosis; I transformed her into a butterfly; we were boyfriend and girlfriend; at first she was very shy and then very feared; the truth is that I wanted things to happen slowly, but she said to one of my friends: “Why a boyfriend who didn't do anything to me?”