How good would it be if those stupid 'human beings' did not take all so seriously, if they did what they had to for the Time they spend on earth, without bothering each other.

Coffee, spirits and coffee again. The neurons of the two divine / infernal beings resume after the foolish night. They take a look at the empty cradle next to them and run out. They find the new born: an adult now. A 2-meter-high trans with a cigarette and a good cup of single malt scotch wiskey decides to call Jesus Carolina, in remembrance of the other son who been trimmed to the Madonna and poor Joseph (poor him!).

Jesus Carolina, with an accomplice-looking embraces them with warmly. He goes away from her parents and whispers: "How good would it be if those stupid 'human beings' did not take all so seriously, if they did what they had to for the Time they spend on earth, without bothering each other.” Lucy and Morena look at him full of love and at that moment they decide not to come back again ... and to leave alone those in hell and paradise. Jesus Carolina takes a guitar and composes a song, which title is Imagine: perhaps someone has already written it. End.


 
 



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