He worked as a cleaner of swimming pools.
That day he got a phone call from somewhere saying that he had to clean a swimming pool.
It was a girl who called him.
He came to the house at the address she had given him. The house was inside a large garden full of trees. When he got there, he saw no one in the house. He called the family and walked around. No sound was heard from the house and no one came out. As he called the family and walked around it, he saw the pond behind the house.
The swimming pool was in a garden covered with trees.
He went to the pond. There was a girl in the pool at the time. She was lying flat on a swollen bed used to play in the pool, looking up at the sky.
"I called you," she said.
"I don't think there's anyone in the house?" he asked, looking around.
"Yes, I'm the only one here now," she said. "I don't go out much, except for school. My world after is this garden which is like heaven. Here I have many birds together, not only natives but also migratory birds from other continents in this grove. I spend my time in this garden listening to their chirping and singing. And now and then I would go down into the cold water of this pool and lie down like this for a while looking at the sky."
Seeing the beautiful woman in a bathing suit, looking majestic in the water, made his veins stir. Her budding tender breasts, like rosebuds, made a beautiful sight for him in the evening light. He stared at the teenage beauty with interest. She had black glasses on her face.
"Okay, you can do your job. This pond is full of leaves. The wind blows them from the surrounding trees and scatters them in this water. The wind blowing in spring has a special bravery. It's playing with pollen."
He started work by scooping the leaves from the water.
As she lay in the pool looking up at the sky, sang a song.
'Who will hear your soul lament when the darkness of death spreads over these colorful scenes of nature that make life beautiful?
Who knows you're agony of dumbness?
You say goodbye alone, and the heavens and the earth do not care for that sorrowful return.
So laugh till we die, rejoice till we sink into the darkness of death's silence.
Time, an unanswered riddle, takes us to the dilemma of death. Do you know the truth when you are fooled by the charms of this life that seems beautiful? The truth called death following you as a shadow behind you?
We are born to die, we live to die,
Why do we the inmates of death row bear sorrowful desires?
Who has made us sinners and fools by giving us these flowers of desires? God or Satan?'
She stopped singing and turned to face him. "Do you like this poem?"
"Good funny poem." He laughed.
"This is not a poem for fun. This is a truth. Do you know what is that truth?"
"What is it?"
"In this life that we think is beautiful, we are really just inmates on death row awaiting death. Isn't that the truth? right?" She turned her face to him.
"Yes, that is true."
"Crying, laughing, and quarreling, we live only to die. But we don't think so. For it may be said that God hid the matter by giving us desires and perplexing us."
"Indeed."
"Hopes and dreams blind us." She came out of the pool and reached beside him.
"Am I beautiful?" she asked.
"Yes. You are the most beautiful thing on earth."
"I see lust burning in your eyes, throbbing in your veins. Do you want to kiss me?" she asked looking into his eyes.
"Anyone would want that. You are a Venus goddess of beauty."
"Where do you want to kiss me? In my eyes filled with love as a silent lament, in my lips that are the fruit of lustful sweetness, or in my breasts that are blooming with lust as a flower bud?" she asked looking into his eyes.
"On these beautiful locks of your hair that the wind caresses and kisses."
"So you're falling in love with me?" She laughed.
"A man who doesn't want to love you is a madman."
"Our sorrows are desires that tempt us, desires are our tears, never forget that." Then she gave him a flower that she pinched from a nearby plant. "For your pure love."
She left without saying anything else.
He kept on cleaning the pool. After a while, a man came there.
"Hey, who gave you this job?" he asked angrily.
"A girl."
"Which girl? I am the new owner of this property. I have no daughters."
"Then who is she? She was in this pool when I came. She left here a while ago."
"Is this girl?" He showed him a photo on his phone.
"Yes, she is. Who is she?"
"The daughter of the one who used to live here. She died two years ago. She fell into this pool and died. The family then sold the property. Now I own it. It is said that some have seen her here."
The young man said nothing. After a while, his eyes filled up.
"Why are you crying?" He asked him.
"Desires are our sorrow, desires are our tears. How right she said..!" He whispered and walked away from there.