The castle looks wider and emptier.

Hollow. Void. Wallless. The gardens have no appeal.

The orchards look fruitless. The air smells salty.

Food does not taste. The wine fumes do not reach the brain cells.

The blade is close. The window too. Let there be in some fresh

air to clean my thinking. Better. Count to a thousand.

Breath deeply. Have one more glass. Two. The third.

Take the funnel and empty it in all.

Careful with your throat.

Take a bath. Relax. Call Salma and talk to her for a while.

Now, stop dreaming and get some sleep.

There are bills to pay, you know…?

Ah, that is right.

El Negrito.