Ben Adam's thoughts

Part3

My America, of mine.

Finally I had got the elation. Thanks to Maria, I have become a
memorable man. Farewell to my phony existence and bogus life!

I wanted to get rid of all these cumbersome forms of biases, all these
fashions of thinking and drop, once and for all, most of all morals and
start to enjoy life and wear a brand-new identity.

Thank you very much Maria. I do not lack the very good words to
express my gratitude and to show courtesy.

I was just loitering as a bum in streets. The fate wanted me ,
one day, to get in a "Bistro", take an expresso, woo Maria and
fall in love with her.

"Fall in love," have I said? No I do not mean that. I mean that
I need her. Maria was rich and above all, she came from America!
America! Gosh! That remembered me The Jacques Brel song
where he sings "My America. My America of mine". He may not be wrong.

All of the sudden, It seemed that someting is going to be over
and someting new will happen.

I wasn't wondering whether it was worthwhile or even
appropriate to try to do all my best to conquer the Maria's 
heart. In these crutial circomstances, nothing is trite, place to
the brass neck.

Contrary to the fact that I had thought, gossipping with Maria was not 
a very big challenge to confront and still remains a mystery which I
cannot disentangle yet.

I had, in no time, understood that Maria has a big heart, was a peach, 
magnificent and lovely. I was convinced that she was really able to get me 
from the mud.
I had nothing to defer or to postpone. I got her promise to drop me a line.
In other words, I got the key to America.