Dead Stars

THROUGH the open window the air-steeped outdoors passed into his room, quietly enwrap him, stealing into his very thought. Esperanza, Julia, the sorry mess he had make of life, the years to come even now beginning to look down, to crush--they lost concreteness, diffused into formless melancholy. The tranquil murmur of intercourse issued from the brick-tiled azotea where Don Julian and Carmen were busy puttering away among the go up pots. Papa, and when depart the long table be set? I dont sock yet. Alfredo is non very specific, but I understand Esperanza wants it to be next month. Carmen sighed impatiently. Why is he not a pussy more decided, I wonder. He is over thirty, is he not? And still a bachelor! Esperanza must be timeworn waiting. She does not seem to be in much of a locomote either, Don Julian nasally commented, while his rose scissors busily snipped away. How can a woman be in a hurry when the man does not hurry her? Carmen returned, pinching off a worm with a careful, somewhat negligent air. Papa, do you remember how much in love he was? In love? With whom? With Esperanza, of course. He has not had another love affair that I know of, she said with good-natured contempt.

What I mean is that at the beginning he was enthusiastic--flowers, serenades, notes, and things like that-- Alfredo remembered that boundary with a wonder not unmixed with shame. That was less than tetrad years ago. He could not understand those months of a slap-up hunger that was not of the body nor yet of the mind, a relish that had seized on him one quiet night when the moon was afield and under the dappled shadow of the trees in the plaza, man wooed maid. Was he being cheated by life? Love--he seemed to have missed it. Or was the love that others told about a mere fabrication of fervent imagination, an exaggeration of the commonplace, a glorification of insipid monotonies such as made up his love life? Was love a combination of circumstances, or sheer... If you want to get a extensive essay, order it on our website: Ordercustompaper.com

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