I want to live, that seems to be the moral I will take away from this post. To live without any kind of dilation in spite of the unanimous truth exclaimed by the mere facts of reality. Dead, poor Felipa is dead, nothing can change the macabre fact of her prevailing soul in this place... Coffee, it seems, is an outstanding note and conjugated with it.
hello @neruel dear, what an honor to have you visit, thanks for reading 🙂 . Felipa was not prepared for death she clung so much to work and money that she could never enjoy her life. Now she is trapped in the world of the living and is just another ghost hehe. Best regards. 💜🙂