The Well — Ann A. Guerra; Daniel Guerra

Whoever didn't know well those places, never would have suspected that not very far from there, was an enchanted forest. It was like discovering an oasis in the middle of the desert. Unlike, this park was full of leafy trees. In its contours there were lonely roads and villages' paths ways. It was an ideal and perfect place to go dating and make new friends. Well hidden in its center, was a well of water, which had its curb constructed of stones so old and demolished that betrayed its old age. Whoever came to drink from its waters the well would say: "Sweet or bitter are my waters, depending on the palate of the drinker”.