The light of life

All his attempts to rebuild his life were unsuccessful; all he did was undo others, especially those of his two daughters. Each new partner was one more mark on the wall of failures. It's true; there are few people who have relationships that last a lifetime; it's not easy to put up with oneself, let alone someone else. Most of us live jumping from one mistake to another, consoling ourselves with the fact that we gain experience or that it was worth it at the time. Moreover, at a certain age, the romantic easily confuses itself with the ridiculous.

"Susana, don't be so hard on your father either; after all, he helped both of you get out of the town, didn't he?" said the prophet, in a foolish and abrupt attempt to ease the tension; luckily, she didn't even listen to him.

And now this, his new girlfriend is pregnant. I don't know if he thinks that by procreating, he's going to solve his problems. How much fear do you all have of dying alone? It's our fault; we hand everything to them on a silver platter, they are a cliché, going from mother to wife. I hope a girl is born, I swear, that's the only thing I hope for.

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For the first time, Zarathustra was left speechless; he didn't know what to say and went away with his head down to the mountain. Susana continues to live alone, in the city called The Cow of Many Colors.