I want to emphasize that my case is also the case of Rebecca, Marian and Xiomara. All these girls, by the way, very beautiful and with perfectly soft skin and shapely, and  with an incredible and fantastic sexapil. Well, other than that, Xiomara, for my arrival to the City of the Crescent Mist, had an eyes strangely bright, an eyes of waning moon, just as I decided to call them. The breasts of Marian, it is worth noting, were incredibly big and with a hypnotic figure of passion, and Rebecca, like her two friends, had it all incredibly beautiful, mostly the same feminine essence of her being. However, I know that to find three naked women in a tub or jacuzzi, isn't something that happens every day, because of this,  I thought at the time, and I still think even, that there was something fishy. My life could be in serious danger and perhaps the darkest paths of breeze knew that. Nevertheless the fact that all my friends and my family know that I was all by there, reassured me a little. Even so, locked in the room I was assigned my nude and beautiful hostesses, I decided to call Paul and Julian to tell them what I had found exactly at the apartment in which I was going to live a good couple of years. And yes, I told them, but they didn't believe me not a single word. I tried to make them see by all means and with all the rhetorical formulas that occurred to me improvise, that what I said was one hundred percent true. But just do not they believed me and I ended up telling them that Yes, it was all an exaggeration that I invented. And it was during those two calls I made to my two friends, Paul and Julian, when I learned that they, unlike me, had come to the City of the Crescent Mist the previous day, and I was told that both had recently fallen in the absolute seduction of love. 

Amalia, that was the name of the woman that she fell in love with Julian. And Angie, of course, was the name of the woman that she fell in love with Paul. Because, tells a strange breeze, those two girls were also very much in love. 

The next day of those calls, I found with Paul for a lunch at a nice restaurant of the City of the Crescent Mist. Everything was so strange as always in that city. The breezes were blowing with mystery, even to such a common fact as it is a lunch. But even with the mystery of breezes, I focused on the conversation I had with Paul. Of course, ten years ago we didn't see us, and thus chatting, I realized that he was no longer interested in the Hip-hop. He even told me that was only interested in astronomy, and of course, in the beautiful Angie. A girl soft skin and infinite tenderness. The girl who occupied all his intensities and the secret heart palpitations of a soul who dreams with the universe and love. She, the mistress of his most intimate fantasies.

Sure, for all that I have said so far, we can imagine that when the beautiful Angie disappeared, Paul was plunged into a deep and unspeakable anguish, a anguish of intense and melancholic contours that made him scrunch the soul of pain. But let's go by parts. That day in which Paul and I found ourselves after nearly ten years, for lunch in a restaurant, Julian, who was also to meet with us, arrived late, as was his custom in our times of school. Then, the first thing that Julian did when saw us, was claim us for making that meeting of old friends in a sober and boring restaurant and not in a bar near several beautiful and happy girls with essence of spring and with look of passion. Anyway, Julian sat with us at the restaurant and told us with a twinkle in his eyes, that he was deeply in love with a girl, a girl of mystic sensuality, like the beautiful Angie, or any of my three lovely and bewildering hostesses of the City of the Crescent Mist. While, he did not give many details about that girl in those moments and just simply said it was very beautiful.

Anyway, Paul and me we found a few days later out that Julian was in love with a prostitute of the city. A prostitute with a magical and passionate air of life, if a little sinister, mysterious and gloomy; a air which at all times and in all insignificant and fleeting remnant of runaway and unusual sigh, gave her to this beautiful and singular girl the appearance of being about to die and then be reborn with the infinite foam of an ocean in love with a lustful moon. An uncertain and mysterious reborn whose sole purpose was to die again under the relentless chaos of body delivery. 

Three weeks after my arrival in the City of the Crescent Mist, the beautiful Angie, who was the woman by the that Paul would be able to give up his life, was one more of my good friends. We three went out even on several occasions to malls and video games and we shared smiles and ice cream flavors with a simple and amazing joy. However, I must say that the story of Paul with the beautiful Angie, is a story that I should not count in detail yet. If we can remember, I said I would tell the mysterious story of what happened to us to Paul, Julian and me during our stay in the City of the Crescent Mist. And if we can remember, I said that this story would begin with my case, since extremely mysterious and strangers events in which my two friends and me found ourselves wrapped, it was not, after all, exactly the same, although they have some that another similarity.

Well, my case is concerned exclusively to my three beautiful and lusty hostesses, to a secret that they keep with some suspicion, to the form in which mystic ladies and I became lovers, and to their mysterious and strange disappearance. While the story of my friends Paul and Julian have to do mainly with the mysterious disappearance of the beautiful Angie and the beautiful prostitute who fell in love Julian from his first day in the City of the Crescent Mist. A city with a strange vehemence of amber and an appetite of passion linked to the caresses of the unknown.

Guess what, dear Javier?, I know perfectly that exact part of the universe that reaches to cover your imagination. Similarly, let me tell you, I know every nook and cranny of this story you want to tell. Don't ask me who I am, because it would only respond that I am who poured the sparkling wine of the adulterers on your body. Let me warn you. Yes, let me warn you that you can not so easily face the seductive evanescence of the story that you want to tell. That's why I want to advise you do not rush with your story, if you do so, you yourself will discover many secrets that I'll help you decipher. Believe me what I say, not for nothing am I the only guide that you can find in a maze of sheer uncertainty. In the labyrinth of the vaporous and uncertainty. In this maze that is life. A life wrapped in forms of delicious woman and in cuddling in the hot and  appetizing sex of eternity.