We are all Innocent

By Zibia Gasparetto, By the Spirit Lucius and Fiorella Flores Cabrel

"We are all innocent", a highly successful novel by Zibia Gasparetto, tells the story of Jovino, an honest and shy boy, who, however, believes in the use of violence to protect his loved ones. And thus, feeding misconceptions, he finds himself involved in a web of intrigue, which culminates in his conviction and imprisonment for murder. Jovino is yet another victim of justice. We all always want the best. Error, however, is part of learning. 
Guilt embarrasses, inferiorizes, depresses. It all depends on how you see the facts of life. When you see yourself as inferior, you lose power and, consequently, this illusion leaves you at the mercy of others. That's what happened to Jovino. Why, after all, was he wrongly convicted and imprisoned for a crime he never committed?
In fact, the seriousness of the error does not matter, because, before the Universal Laws, We Are All Innocent. And now, where will he find support, if everyone believes in his guilt and ingratitude?
In this brilliant novel, Lucius teaches us that those who go for violence attract violence.

• Language: English
• Publisher: World Spiritist Institute
• Release date: Dec 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215536940

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PREFACE

Observing what happens in the world, where the violence, the cruelty, the corruption, the malice, the hypocrisy, seem to have taken over everything, you wonder how God allows that innocent, friendly and honest people are themselves forced to bear this coexistence.

The notion of injustice and fear create a progressive disbelief that, like a destructive virus, contaminates people, playing them down and placing them as vulnerable victims of society. Thinking that you defend them, fight against life, you look for the guilty, you wish to see punished them and, pointing the finger, you try to discover them between politicians, journalists, government, artists, writers, military, unions, entrepreneurs, etc.

Within this process, it is easy to go to the personal scope and blame the pattern by its lack of money; to your wife or husband, by your unhappiness; parents, friends, crisis, recession, contamination, luck. For those who suffer, there will always be guilt.

The offense has become a fundamental element. Everyone is very strict on the matter. Whoever has done it must pay. And helpfully, they reveal cases where people who made mistakes, paid for their mistakes.

And the mea culpa? Whoever cultivates guilt is usually a hardened person.

However, the cosmic morals are very different. Having militated in the laws of the Earth, I had a hard time understanding this. But now I know that we are all innocent. Faced with the picture you have in front of you, you may not agree with me, but I know that what you want is to improve your conditions in the world, improving society.

If that's what you want, you begin to realize that guilt has never contributed to it, nor has punishment ever succeeded in healing anyone.

Everyone has their own level and will act accordingly. It is useless to demand something from someone who is not yet able to give. As for mistakes, they represent necessary steps for learning. To blame somebody for this is unfair and ineffective.

Therefore, society needs laws that regulate the order and needs to preserve human rights, but that is everything.

In addition, God made us as we are, with the power to create our destiny, to handle the matter, to a certain extent. The suffering is unpleasant, but it educates; the effort is laborious, but it is developed; the confidence is abstract, but it harmonizes; the conscience of the same power, centers and dignity. Writing this book, I put in your hands the discovery of this reality. If you don't want to see it now, it doesn't matter. I know that someday you will get there. Then, that day you will be able to see the world of today and to understand that nobody is a victim of anybody, that, in spite of appearances, life has everything under control and everything is well as is.

Lucius

CHAPTER 1

Sentenced to prison, Jovino stared in dismay at the cold, sad, dirty and faded walls of his cell. He had his face full of bitterness, his heart was grieved, his soul suffered and he hadn't even found the strength to defend himself. I was tired of fighting against a destiny that was considered cruel and unappealable. He had let himself be carried away like a leaf dragged by the wind, without reacting, convinced that he was a loser in this struggle.

It would be useless for him to tell the truth, who would believe him? The evidences were in his cons and the tests placed him like the suspect by a crime that did not commit.

Who to turn to? Who could he trust if his friends who considered loyal had betrayed him? Where to seek relief from the great pain that tormented him in the face of injustice and shame?

He was already used to being underestimated and left behind. His orphanhood, protected in the house of Dr. Homero, a respected and well– to– do man, was always remembered with tolerance by his relatives and praised by Mistress Aurora for the kindness of picking up the son of her maid, who had died when she was run over by a car. As Jovino did not have parents, he lived there, making simple jobs, obeying to the children of Mistress Aurora, being satisfied to wear the clothes old of the two boys and holding tantrums and whims.

They were not bad. However, Jovino was a kind of valet for them, and he should always be willing to play or carry out any orders they could think of.

Magali was sweeter; however, as soon as she noticed the sad and quiet boy who was always willing to find her notebooks, dolls, shoes, coat; to take the umbrella to the school when it rained or her snack when she forgot it.

Alberto was the oldest, and Rui, two years younger. Jovino was a year younger than him and a year older than Magali. He was short and thin, but not because he did not have food, because in this aspect Mistress Aurora was prodigal. God save us from someone who says she did not treat Jovino well! What her children ate, so did Jovino. Candies, goodies, fruits and so on. He was innately thin, as he used to say, often seeing him next to her rich and well– cared children, always keeping his head down, obeying one and the other.

The family friends often looked at him sympathetically, some of them kindly tapped on his shoulder, talking about the kindness of Dr. Homero and Mistress Aurora, by welcoming him and giving him everything. He even went to the school, learned to read and write!

Jovino, embarrassed, bowed his head in agreement and his heart sank into a sad and hopeless void.

Sometimes, in the loneliness of his narrow small room, laying down, not being able to sleep with the eyes open in the dark, he continued thinking. The face of his mother was a vague memory in his memory and every day was less able to remember her characteristics. He remembered the warmth of her arms around his body, the kisses on his cheeks, her hands crossing his hair. In those moments, loneliness hurt and he cried sadly. It would give anything in life so that she returned. Perhaps she would take him on her lap as Mistress Aurora did with the children who fought for her mother's cozy arms. He liked that family. He should be grateful for their kindness. But sadness and emptiness sprang up within him, hopelessly.

Mistress Aurora wanted him to study and if he made an effort, she would send him to get his driver's license and he could get a real job driving the luxurious car of the boss, and getting a salary and everything,

Everyday, Jovino cleaned their car carefully, shaking just at the thought of someday he would sit in that seat to drive it. When he turned eighteen, he got his driver's license and it was a pleasure to see him, with a discreet and very elegant uniform, proudly driving the luxury car, always changed every two years, taking care of it as if it was his greatest treasure. At first, he showed certain insecurity, but after a time he became efficient and discreet. He knew the car to the smallest detail, keeping it polished and scrupulously clean.

This way, Jovino began to accompany all the members of the family. The getaways of Dr. Homero to the club, or a furtive encounter with some affair, the appointment to their patients who were ill late at night, the visits of Mistress Aurora to the dentist, the doctor, the market. Magali's ballet classes, the parties she went and that Jovino had to take and pick her, the school she sometimes skipped for a movie or a date with her lover.

When he was not busy with one of these three, the boys also used the car. Like this, Jovino participated in the intimate life of each one, knowing their secrets, their weaknesses, their habits, everything. He was calm, discreet, but he liked Mistress Aurora and he did not feel comfortable seeing the adventures of Dr. Homero; he was worried about the dates of Magali, always in secret, the drunkenness of Alberto and the fights of Rui, always hidden from their parents.

He was patient, discreet, and asked the boys for caution whenever necessary. He did not want anything bad to happen to them.

They were so used to Jovino's presence that they had no words for him. They trusted him. For them, the young man was a kind of robot that obeyed them blindly and with dedication.

Everything began one winter night. The boys went to a neighborhood club. Alberto was dating a girl from the suburbs, she was beautiful and funny. Rui followed him.

It was already late when the two boys, with the girls, left the club and after taking them home not far from there, they returned to the club where Jovino was waiting for them in the car. Some furtive shadows fell on the boys. Surprised, they defended themselves as best they could. Jovino; however, pulling out the gun he had in his glove compartment and shouted in a firm voice:

– Stop or I'll shoot!

Seeing that they were not responding, he fired a shot into the air and the attackers let the boys go. One of them even threatened:

– If it does not leave Marianita, I will kill all three of you! Especially to you, filthy dog!

Jovino made a gesture threatening and they remained out of breath. The two boys, laughing satisfied, did not get tired of praising Jovino for his unexpected and successful performance.

The boy; however, was worried:

– You won’t come back. They are both dangerous. The best thing is to forget the young lady.

– She is beautiful. – Alberto said, entranced. – I will not leave her to him.

Jovino shook his head, worried.

– Don't worry, Jovino. We will give them some time, they will forget it– They didn't talk about it anymore and everything was forgotten. It was exactly a month after it all happened. Dr. Homero, Mistress Aurora and Magali had traveled. In the house, there were the boys, Jovino and the maid.

Alberto wanted to go see Marianita. Jovino and Rui tried to convince not to do it. At first, the boy was reluctant, but then he agreed. Rui went to see a movie and Alberto didn't want to go. Jovino went to sleep. However, he was worried and sleepless. His heart felt oppressed.

He got up, went to the kitchen to drink water. Then, slowly, he went to Alberto's room and opened the door silently. The bed was empty. The boy was gone. Frightened, Jovino thought:

– He went to see Marianita!

Without thinking about anything, he got dressed and went quickly. He went to the neighborhood club and drove near the young lady's house, he looked for him for hours, but did not find him. The day was already dawning when he returned home. He went to Alberto's room and the boy had not returned yet.

He tried to calm himself down. Maybe he had gone somewhere else. From time to time, he spent the night outside. There was no reason to worry. He lay down and finally fell asleep.

But the next day Alberto did not return home, so Dr. Homero called the police. Two days later, in a vacant lot behind the riverside neighborhood club, his body was found. The autopsy revealed that one of the bullets had hit the head and his death had been immediate. The weapon was next to the body.

They were interminable days. The family was disconsolate. The police discovered that the murder weapon was Dr. Homero's gun, which was in the glove compartment of the car. It had Jovino's fingerprints on the barrel, but not in the handle.

Jovino was accused by the police chief and he couldn't explain where he had been the night of the crime. The maid had seen him go out alone, and some people remembered seeing him prowling around the club that night.

Jovino tried to tell the truth but it was in vain. Nobody believed him. To be worse, Jovino's handkerchief was found in Alberto's hands, as if he had been torn off at the time of the crime.

Everyone was convinced that he had killed Alberto. The horror of Mistress Aurora, Magali, Rui; the hatred of Dr. Homero, the scorn with which they treated him without giving him credit in any way, left him devastated. He cried and repeated:

– I loved Alberto like my brother. I went to defend him. There was no reason to kill him!

The press, disgusted by the crime, published violence against Jovino. Acquaintances repudiated him, disapproved of his ingratitude and even some psychiatrists explained that the crime of Jovino against Alberto had been caused by envy. Although the murdered boy had everything, he, Jovino, did not have a name, family, or position.

Tired of shouting, crying and explaining, Jovino kept silent. He listened to the offenses in silence, bore the hatred of Dr. Homero, the resentment of the rest of the family.

What was the point of protesting? What would be the point of repeating that he was innocent?

It was during those days that Jovino felt his orphanhood the most. He was alone and had no one to care about listening to him, understanding him and believing in his words. He became bitter, skeptical, and indifferent. He looked at the walls of the cell and avoided thinking.

How did the gun end up next to Alberto? How did his scarf get into his hands? It seemed like a plan to frame him.

He didn't care about strangers, but the attitude of the family caused him immense pain. He grew up in that house. They knew him very well. How could they think that he was able to commit such a crime? He struggled to forget, but this uncomfortable pain kept him constantly.

He was sentenced to twenty years. The jury was influenced by the testimony of the relatives of Alberto, Dr. Homero and his relatives. All of them talked about the kindness of Aurora and Dr. Homero, the friendship of the boys, sharing with him sweets, clothes, toys. Sitting on the bench of the accused, Jovino couldn't even cry. He is pointed out as a cold and cruel murderer, with the ungrateful, envious, short– tempered character, who silently hid his grudge and his rebellion.

Jovino felt betrayed. He loved those people, they were his family, he felt abandoned, persecuted, despised. In the jail he became indifferent, no one visited him, and even the jailers looked at him as if he was a monster, all the doors had been closed to him, he saw no possibility of help.

The days were the same day by day, and Jovino remained angry, quiet and alone, there was nothing or nobody to hold on to. He had no hope. His companions were joined with each other. Many of them prayed to God for their freedom.

They went to mass, when it was celebrated in the prison chapel. Most prisoners hoped to be free soon, they looked for legal appeals and did everything they could to try to regain their freedom. They had a family who fought outside with them.

Jovino had nothing. He didn't believe in God. How could? If he was innocent, why didn't God defend him?, he thought discouraged because God would not have allowed the sentence of an innocent person.

He closed his heart. Nothing could play it. Neither the pain, nor the joy of his companions, nothing. Obeying the orders that the jailers gave him, he tried to maintain cleaning the cell. He did not tolerate interference from other prisoners in his life, he even got aggressive.

This imposed respect on the others, who realized that, if they left him alone, he would not get in the way of anything, and he would become harmless.

CHAPTER 2

Marianita got up a little scared, looked at the clock with concern, and needed to hurry so as not to be late. She quickly washed up, dressed and had a cup of coffee with milk, picked up her bag and left, without even listening to her mother's recommendations for a better diet.

She had to take the seven o'clock streetcar to arrive at the factory gate at 7:25, but she missed it. The streetcar had already passed. The solution was to wait. It was ten past seven when she managed to get into a full streetcar, cramped on all sides, clutching her bag so as not to lose it. Marianita was used to this situation. Two years ago, she worked in the factory of Brás, so she took the streetcar every day in Penha, where she lived, and as much as going as in return they passed full. Regardless of the discomfort, thought Marianita.

She couldn't sleep well that night. The figure of Alberto never left her mind. She had fallen in love with him. Although she had only seen him a few times, he had introduced himself as Prince Charming. Young, handsome, elegant, educated and rich; his presence in the club of the district had been a success, usually frequented by boys of social minor status. The girls had fought for him. But he only had eyes for her. They had danced and the young lady had felt her heart beat faster, smelling the happy and delicious aroma that emanated from him, feeling his arms around her body, looking into his deep brown eyes, where there was admiration and affection. The deep voice of Alberto said sweet words so Marianita let herself be carried away on the wings of the sleep, she fell in love from the first day.

She felt that Alberto had appreciated her. There was sincerity in his eyes, in his voice. They left the club together, Marianita, Alberto, her friend Nair and his brother Rui, walked slowly towards their house, which lived close to each other, and Marianita wanted time to stop, so that they would never arrive. They stopped at the corner and Marianita said:

– You're going to say goodbye here. Dad can wake up and its past midnight. If you go with us, he can get angry.

They talked for some time. Alberto didn't want to leave and Marianita wanted him to stay. Taken from the hand, face to face, he had said in low voice:

– I'll go, but I'll be back. I already know the way. I won't forget this night.

– I won't forget it either. I'll be waiting.

– Has nobody arrived before? – Marianita shook her head:

– Nothing important.

– Can I see you again?

– Of course.

Her eyes sparkled and Alberto took the hand he was holding her and kissed her softly on the lips. Marianita's heart broke and a wave of heat enveloped her. That night, she had not been able to sleep. She thought of him with enthusiasm and planned her dreams for the future.

The next day, when she returned from work, Nair was already anxiously waiting for her.

– You don't know what happened yesterday after they left!

– What happened?

– It’s terrible! There were even shots. Marianita turned pale:

– Was anybody hurt?

– No. It was just a fight and scare. The club's doorman told me. A group tried to hit them both and the driver of the car. Do you know they have a car with a driver?

– Marianita shook her head: Nair continued:

– Well, they arrived in a late– model car, with a uniformed driver and everything. He was the one who took the gun and scared the criminals.

– Nothing happened to them?

– Nothing more than a scare.

– Who do you think that it could have been?

– Troublemakers, it can only be Rino's friends.

– Do you think so?!

– Of course. He is in love with you. He has followed us everywhere.

– Oh, my God! If so, Alberto will never be here again! – Marianita strongly grabbed her friend's arm:

– I'm in love. What will I do if he doesn't come back?

– It’s no big deal. Sometimes, such a dispute increases interest. Later, Alberto seems like a superior man. He won't be intimidated by a resentful person like Rino.

– I don't like him. If I had known that he was going to cause so many problems to me, I would never have dated him.

I even thought you were interested in him.

– He is a jerk. Fortunately, he gave up.

He seemed fine. At the beginning he was kind, then he began to show what he wanted, even in the air that was breathing. He was so jealous, suspicious, liar and bad tempered. Now I have an aversion to him. I already told him that I didn’t want to have anything to do with him; so he could leave me alone.

Due to one of these unexplained accidents, someone got up to get off and Marianita sat down.

In her mind, memories were still alive. She kept remembering. After that night, Alberto no longer appeared at the club and Marianita, who had been waiting anxiously, began to lose hope. On the other hand, Rino didn't leave her alone. He followed her everywhere and the girl dealt with irritation and scorn.

One Saturday night at the club, Rino approached her with a passionate look. Let's go to dance?

– I'm not interested.

– You won't give me a rebuff. If I don't dance with you, I'll make a fuss.

– I'm tired.

– If I was that luxury doll, I assure that your tiredness would pass!

– Leave me alone.

Come on. – he said, pulling her hand tightly.

Surprised, the young lady stood up. It didn't want to be boisterous. If her father knew, he wouldn't let her go to the club anymore. This was her best distraction and hope of seeing Alberto again.

– Okay.– she said seriously. Just this one.

Rino wrapped his arms around her tightly and the young lady had to put her hand on his shoulder and push him away.

– If I were that idiot, you wouldn't do that. I saw how you clung to him that night.

I have nothing with you! I am free to fall in love with whoever I want.

– That is what you think but you're going to marry me or you won't marry anyone else.

– Don't say that. You can't force me. I do not want to be with you, neither get married. Haven’t you realized so?

– You'll like me, you'll see. I have many women who would kiss the ground if I asked them.

– Stay with them and leave me alone. Do you know what else? I never want to dance with you again. If you threaten me, I will talk to the bodyguard.

Marianita, angry, pushed Rino hard and left nervously, and went to look for a bodyguard who was guarding the door of the club. While the bodyguard was looking for him to warn him, Rino mingled with the others and, with an immovable and angry face, left the place.

Alberto did not appear and Marianita thought that he had forgotten her. One night when she was at home, Nair came in saying euphorically:

– Marianita, guess who is out there, in the corner.

– Who?

– Alberto. He was coming from the bakery when I passed by him and he asked me about you. He's there, waiting for you. Marianita felt her heart breaking and her legs trembling.

– I'm going to get ready. Tell him to wait.

– And your dad?

– He is listening to the radio in the living room. Stay here, it's better, I'll tell him I'm going to your house to see some costumes.

– Fine.

Quickly, trembling with emotion, the young lady dressed discreetly, without make– up so that her father wouldn't suspect, and they left. As her friend entered the house, Marianita with her heart singing with joy, went to meet Alberto.

– Good evening. – she said gently.

– Good evening. – Alberto said, taking her hand gently and with affection.

– I thought that you would never see me again. – said the young lady.

– I tried, but I couldn't. Your dear friends tried to finish me off and I waited a while to let them get over it.

– I heard about it.

– Thwarted love?

– Ridiculous. It was Rino. I do not have a relationship with him and I never will. He thinks that he is going to marry me, that is why he has been chasing me everywhere.

– Don't you really like him or are you with me to make him feel jealous? – Marianita shook her head firmly:

– Don't say that. I don't want anything to do with him. I've been thinking about you a lot. I didn't forget that night!

– Me neither. Let's go for a walk. We need to talk. Holding hands and exchanging loving glances, both of them walked slowly. Marianita forgot about everything else that was not the sweet– eyed boy, the warmth of his hand that from time to time gently squeezed her.

They talked a lot and when Alberto kissed her in a discreet corner, she thought she had found heaven. She felt completely in love with him.

– That admirer of yours will have to get used to me. From now on I will always be here.

Marianita smiled happily. It was late at night when she returned home trying to get in without his father noticing. While lying on her bed, the young lady gave free rein to her loving dreams. The memory of his perfume, the softness of his lips, the attentiveness of his behavior, the tender kisses he gave her from time to time on her hand, made her tremble with joy that she thought about it until she fell asleep.

They had decided to take a walk the following day, on a Saturday afternoon, and she could hardly wait. However, Alberto didn't show up. Marianita, disappointed, didn't leave the house, she waited and from time to time looked to the corner where he should appear. Alberto never showed up. Nor on Sunday. It was Monday when the bomb exploded. When she returned from the factory, Nair, a little pale and with a newspaper between hands, was waiting for her.

– Marianita, something terrible has happened!

– What happened? – She asked, scared.

– Alberto. He's dead!

– It can't be! – She said, as she felt a little weak.

– Look at the picture in the newspaper! It’s him.

With trembling hands Marianita took the newspaper and in fact, the news said: A young man from our society appears dead, behind a club in the Penha district. Police are investigating.

She let herself fall into a chair discouraged.

– It is not possible! I can't believe it!

– Unfortunately, that's true.– said Nair with concern.– Who do you think it was? Rino?

Marianita felt a terrified shiver:

– I hope not. For me, it is not important. Alberto was all my dream of love, which now falls apart! If you had seen how affectionate, polite, good he was! It can't be! It is hard to believe.

But it was true and she had to surrender to the evidence. She looked around and gave the signal. It was time to get off. She managed to arrive at the exit door and to get off of the streetcar. She was going to be almost fifteen minutes late, but she wasn't so worried about that. That day she felt particularly overwhelmed, unable to forget the tragedy and her frustrated love.

She was already standing in front of the sewing factory where she worked, wearing her uniform, while her experienced hands went about their routine work, she couldn't stop thinking about her tragedy.

The shock had been too strong. The police investigations had taken them to her. The suspect, Alberto's car driver, had said that the boy had been interested in her and the assault that the two brothers had been victims of that night. He had said that he feared that Alberto had been killed by those guys.

Thus, Marianita was asked to go to the police station. She was terrified. Her father, worried about his daughter’s involvement, asked her to deny this fact so as not to become embroiled in more problems.

The young lady; however, was interested in telling the truth, but the afternoon before her testimony at the police station, as she left the factory, Rino approached her.

– You will not say anything about that night. – He told her, holding her arm hard.

– Yes, I will.– she answered angrily. It was you who killed him.

– Are you insane? I may be violent, but I am not a murderer. There is no woman in the world who is worth that.

– So what are you afraid of?

I don't want to get involved. If you report me and the police investigate me, you will pay dearly for it.

– What can you do?

– If you love your father, you should shut up.

– Are you threatening me? Will you kill my father?

– Who said anything about killing? But he'll be taught a lesson. A good beating, a robbery, a scare, but that's it. God knows how he will react.

Marianita was pale:

– Keep my father away from this. Stay away from him.

– Only if you don't tell the police about that fight.

– I'll think about it. My father does not have anything to do with this.

– It's up to you!

It was tremendous when Marianita went to the police station to give her statement. She didn't talk about the fight she didn’t even see, nor about the jealousy of Rino. She only reported her two meetings with Alberto. She knew the club's doorman had said he heard gunshots that night, but when he went out to see what happened, the attackers had already left. So, although Rui, Alberto's brother, confirmed the aggression and the threat of one of them to keep Alberto away from the young lady, the police were not interested in investigating. They already had a suspect and it looked like he had been the killer. Perhaps he even killed him there, in that place, to blame those who had attacked him.

Marianita; however, had her doubts. Although Rino said the opposite, they suspected him. But she didn't want to talk about that with the police because she was scared.

Time went by, but the figure of Alberto did not leave her mind. She remembered with affection each phrase exchanged, each gesture, each glance and now everything got a special connotation.

She was often stricken with doubts. Although the police had arrested the driver and found him guilty, was really he? He was just a suspect and she couldn't prove anything. She was afraid of Rino. His threat scared her. She thought he was capable of anything.

She felt unhappy and discouraged. She would never meet anyone like Alberto. Fortunately, Rino had stopped bothering her. She no longer went to the club and he no longer looked for her.

That afternoon; however, when she left the factory, had an unpleasant surprise. Rino was waiting for her at the door, holding a newspaper in his hands. Marianita pretended not to have seen him, but he took by her arm.

– Wait. Didn't you see me waiting for you?

– What do you want?

– I need to talk to you.

I'm tired and I'm in a hurry to get home.– She did not hide her irritation.

– You will talk to me anyway.

– We have nothing to talk about.

– You're wrong. It's a serious matter.

She stopped and looking at him coldly replied:

– Okay, but get to the point.

– Let's talk in a quiet place. Not among these people.

– I told you, I'm in a hurry– . His voice turned imploring:

– Marianita, don't be unfair to me. I'll show you I'm not as bad as you think.

– Until now, you've only demonstrated the opposite.

– I am impulsive, but later I regret it. I'm crazy about you. My jealousy has made me suffer a lot. I want you to understand.

– Fine. Let's talk in that corner. There is no one there. – They walked to the other side of the street to a discreet place.

– We are alone here. You can talk.

– I am very upset with you. You suspect me, you think that I have something