He was fifty- five living alone in a cottage but how is it possible to explain how he came to fall in love with a woman of forty and lose his dignity. We must take a break trying to understand the human heart or the circumstances of wished for the repellent. He was a ship navigating without a gyro-compass in the sea of deceit, this foolish dance of a human borboleta. When he kissed her, his whole soul was absorbed by her like falling into a cave of endless pleasure. His anchor got lost in the outer seas. Suddenly it was over like a dream that ends at frostbitten dawn a locked door, there was some else in her embrace. Rejected, he pleaded with the unseemly nativity, had she relented enrolment would never be the same. He took his dog and drove up north had wanted to see the autumn colours. After a week, he drove home and began his life like starting all over again, walks in the woods of sanity.