The Ace of Hearts

Ace of hearts, do not seek eternal love… Amidst the garden of oblivion, surrounded by casino tokens, walks the only woman who managed to reach the divine. Make your bets, gentlemen: passion red or seductive black; pick your colour, for spinning is the wheel that will choose the winner of her heart. Murmuring, rumours, romances silenced by the noise of shooting… shots, shots and more shots; lost loves, dormant loves, and new suitors on the hallways. She wants no luxuries, no jewels, nor love crimes or such things; she only wants a love that does not doom her to suffering. A faithful companion, willing to age with her, even when beauty has perished. The life of a woman can be so lonely sometimes. Slowly-consumed cigarettes and coldly-planned crimes fill only prisons’ beds, while the ladies’ souls are condemned to wander the streets at night, their dreams ablaze. But do not suffer, beautiful woman, be strong, trust your luck; you are the ace, you will not be put down by any card or trick, the game is yours, and yours is the bet, yours if the gamble, yours is life. The bottle may seem half empty, but new love you will find indeed, and a new whisky it will bring. Dear solitude, you chose my company, grant me at least a happy day… And a voice just said: Ace of hearts, do not seek eternal love…