Spain 1902.
Alonzo:
My hands have decided to write no more and my soul have been deprived from all the beauty it held, like my father had said "Nothing last forever" but I never knew those words applies to talents and chaos. As a boy when things doesn't last it explicitly means life and youthful age. I guess nobody realized that One day an opera singer could be rendered useless because her voice wasn't pitched enough but that is understandable.
The fact that she had showed the world a little bit of her but what about us, Us whose voice aren't heard before it was lost. That is wicked, and selfish. And should we blame God for that Destiny.
My father always say Destiny isn't a Destination,it isn't something to settle down for but it is something attainable if you made the right choice and I haven't made it. At 37, I knew my life has end because I haven't become what I visualize for myself. There are nights I cried myself to sleep staring at the leaking ceiling and trying to write something out of sadness but nothing ever came...