- As long as they are happy together, remarked Ariadne hilarious.
- Yes. The heart has its reasons that the reason ignores.
- Yes. answered Ariadne one frozen moment, seeing again a man with the winter eyes in front of her.
If Astieme felt this uneasiness, he did nothing to harass her although being perfectly aware of the reason of her unspeakable pain.
They strolled hand in hand on the avenue of Paulista Kunst, a horn of ice in the other one that they amused to exchange with equivocal glances.
Then they picnicked in the famous one of Ibirapuera, telling various memories of childhood. As Ariadne had expected, Astieme remembered particularly and with an obvious pleasure the moments spent with his father. Moments that he had continued to cherish and maintain even in the dark periods when he had shamefully believed the lies of his mother.
