The heart is not the owner of love and sometimes there are insane passions that rule its domain. Suddenly love empowers the soul, making it a prisoner that drags chains throughout the rest of the wretch's existence that falls into its clutches, an overflowing love that turns into a frenzy of bitter suffering, a crown of thorns on the forehead of a Nazarene whose only sin was to lay his eyes on a woman he should not have and whom society indicates as prohibited and qualifies that desire as incestuous.The Ferris wheel of destiny turns and in one of its turns it links a man with a woman who has given birth to misfortune for the unfortunate who lays his eyes on her, the poor being the least guilty of the random attacks that an unjust femida places in her arms of the unsuspecting man. As that saint said: It is not known who is more sinful, if he pays for the sin or he who sins for the pay. Poor of the one who looks with delight at that woman who tends him the noose, without noticing that she is the progeny of the one who owns the alleged garment. Oh unhappy that runs after that flower that others have already enjoyed its perfumes, but that in its blindness of virile passion does not attend the claims of reason and only sees in that girl flesh the most beautiful of women, and delights in the The joy of having her close, almost at his fingertips, and with a swaying walk and suggestive poses, the very cunning woman encourages that damned passion that roars like an enraged sea that crashes against the senile cliffs that crumble under the onslaught of those gazes full of youthful lust.This is a story in which the misadventures of a love are narrated that unfortunately befall a soul tormented by a passion that it had to hide from the eyes of a mild society that condemns mercilessly, looking at a blade of straw in another's eye., without seeing the beam on your own.The events described here are the author's imagination, but deep down they reflect something that is common to many people who must face that passionate feeling engendered by a being that unfortunately is part of everyday life. Guilty or not, both are secretly involved in a lascivious passion that feeds on the insane desire to possess what is not allowed, a forbidden fruit that is coveted more than that to which it is entitled in the legality of the rules that establishes the social order. A desire that prevails over everything else, a satisfaction that must be filled to calm the sensual fire that burns the soul of two beings who love each other in the shadows, who surrender stealthily at the slightest opportunity, who hide that instinct from others. that consumes them and makes them explode with passion inflames dora; a love that is expressed with gestures and looks, with touches and sighs, with insatiable desires and fears.The goddaughter is therefore a forbidden fruit that tastes glorious when its delicacies can be savored in an improvised thalamus, where the almost virgin petals deflower and its aroma enlivens like a fine fragrance of exotic places, whose perfume permeates even the deepest and most recondite places. of the soul.Do not judge anyone and condemn him for that, and life itself has punished and condemned to dungeons those who unfortunately committed such a crime.