Widows dressed in black


I look inside myself and see my heart is black

No colors anymore, I want them to turn black

Maybe then I’ll fade away, and not have to face the facts

It’s not easy facing up, when your whole world is black

Song by The Rolling Stones


Vistas de la ciudad París, Francia
City views
Paris, France

“The truth is that Mary Louise, dressed in black. I am not referring to her manner of dressing (though she indeed wore black clothes), I’m speaking more broadly, in the context of the world that revolved around her person and myself, if only in a modest secondary role, both of which she covered in the darkest colors of black.”

“With respect to her taste in dressing in black, she used to say that she was still in mourning for the death of her husband. This happened, according to her, somewhere in the colonies, during a revolt against the Crown. Further still, she held that this occurred when she was still quite young. This leads me to suspect that if in fact this wedding actually took place, then that poor devil of a husband of hers, assuredly fled to the colonies to fight off rebellious plots against the Crown, rather than face a dreary, insufferable life with his wife!”

Desde La Concordia París, Francia
Seen from La Concordia
Paris, France

“You see, sometime after having moved to live with my grandparents, I began to go to school. I must admit that I was a peculiar little boy, for I was overjoyed by the prospect of leaving the house to visit the world outside its walls. I really did not care where. In my case, if that where consisted in going to school; well, so be it! I was more than happy to go to school.”

“Anyhow, one day when I was precisely at school, we had a lecture on the arthropods. Did you know that the arachnids, more commonly known as spiders, belonged to this type of animals? In particular, on that day they mentioned a type of a spider called the black widow, you the one that is notorious for killing her mate… Well, you can imagine the nickname that I came up with for my dear tutor. Who could know for sure? Maybe she did kill her young husband, and he never made to fight in those distant colonies of her imagination.”

En el museo París, Francia
At the museum
Paris, France

Observing the astonished face of his visitor, he went on:

“They say that life is full of surprises, and you know what how wild the imagination of child can run…”

“I fear that you overstated yourself. Perhaps, just a little bit, Sir John?”

“Quite the opposite, my lady. I believe the description of my jail and of its warden, fell quite short of its all too vivid reality” he answered in a thoughtful tone of voice.

Entre bruma París, FranciaqEntre bruma París, Francia
Misty mornings
Paris, France

 

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