To be precious...e a morte (part II and final)

But it was spring. Even the lion licked the smooth head of the lioness. She looked away from the bottle. Heavy-maned, tranquil.

"But this is love, this is love". she said in rebellion.

She walked on. With her hands in her desperate face, but it was spring and the lions were in love, and her family was about to come home for dinner, and her maid was smiling with love. She looks around and finds herself surrounded by cages. The cage of her confined life. The freedom is no longer there. The love. The lions. But the bottle.
Unable to find within herself the critical of her illness, the sickest point. To go back to her old world, which saw no danger in being nude...
Still looking back in terror at the ape with outspread arms:

"Oh no, not this...God, teach me only to hate".

But she did not even know how to begin, how to dig in the earth until she would find the black water. Her body convulsed like that of someone laughing, a sensation of death, the death without warning someone, but her death, always hers. But as if she had swallowed emptiness, her heart was taken by surprise. No other beloved one could avoid that. No daughter, no mother had ever existed. Her intimate thoughts begin the tumult of a roller coaster, and feeling unable to walk much further, rested her head in the bars of the cage...she looked at him. No words were exchanged, she was never able to hate that photograph, which in the silence of its questioning form watched her. Perturbed and eyes moistened in something near to sadness...she felt silent, belonging to a world where she was the only life beneath that Spring sky. Promising herself to never feel the triumph of love...

Where she would learn to hate so as not to die of love.