The sun was shining that morning and the open flowers were giving their aroma. The birds were flying and singing but suddenly -just as the closing of a curtain- all the sky got dark, the birds came down from the sky, as best as they could and that beautiful place with a blue charming sky, was filled with sadness, melancholy and abandonment. A whisper, a great pain was heard in the distance, while a white coffin was seen; it was shining even in the darkness. It seemed that the moon was walking over the earth. I saw that the funeral procession was very large, almost impossible to count and I was moved by their anguish, then, I approached and asked: " Who died, the king, the queen, the prince, the princess or a creature?" And between sobs, they said: " They killed him in a very cruel way." I felt, moved, agitated and almost in an imprudent way, asked: " Please, tell me who has died and who killed him?" And what I heard, tormented me even more because I understood many things in that moment and although it occurred a long time ago, I still remember the broken voice as that of a mother taking the corpse of her son. That voice said: " Love has died and the lie is who killed him."

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