Alfonso wanted to know what is really going on. Do recognize that he is made up of a unique nature of clay and water. A soil that you did stick to for ages; teared it apart. Further, burn it with jealousy. On his shoulders rests green flames that lightened the dark era. Then, a hundred years back, you planted grey hair on his chest. Kate; do not ever dip him again into the midlife crisis that fractured the soil of your very youth.