Was about thirteen years ago,
me and Fausto
best friends on earth,
and Margarita, best thing on earth,
three lovely kids in a magic world.

Till madness choosed Fausto,
I was there,
Fausto and Margarita,
Fausto and a rope around her neck,
Fausto's eyes murdering me too.

Never saw Fausto since.
Never heard about him since.

Thirteen days ago,
a white package came home,
thirteen hundred pages,
a handwritten journal,
a weird collection of stories,
and the thrilling name of Fausto.
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Childhood memories

 

The witch and the warning

In love with the black widow

Girl next door

Help! he's coming!

Hello Fausto, it's been thirteen years

 

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