When her fiance returned from the sea, they married. On his trip to the eastern islands, the husband had carefully learned the art of tattooing. The night of the wedding, to the astonishment of his beloved, put into practice their skills, armed with needles, ink and dye plant drew in the womb of her beautiful, enigmatic and sharp dagger.
the couple's happiness was intense, as happens in such cases, brief. In the body of man revived some strange illness contracted in the marshy islands of the West. One afternoon, facing the sea, staring at the faint line of the horizon, the sailor began the long awaited journey to eternity.
In the solitude of her room, she gave vent to her tears and sometimes, as if it found any consolation, he stroked the belly adorned by the beautiful dagger.
The pain was intense, and soon. The other man from the mainland, began to haunt. She, at first evasive and coy, was slowly losing ground. Concluded an appointment, and she agreed the night naked waited in the darkened room. And in the heat of battle, the lover, strong and impetuous, he was dead on top, pierced by a dagger.
There are memories that kill. **
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