Rosario receives a bullet while she is receiving a kiss, this is how Jorge Franco begins his novel, and in those moments that Rosario spends suspended between love and death, the narrator tells us the story of a strange and mysterious love that he lived on one side with her, recalling with remarkable movements the past of “Rosario,” or rather what he was able to know from her past. She was the one who grew up in the city of Medellin, where there were weapons, crime, and poverty, and she used scissors as a tool to carry out all her crimes until they became close to her name.
In quick and intense flashes, the writer draws the features of an unpredictable, mysterious character who kills his victims in cold blood while imprinting the kiss of death on their lips. When he does this, he does not reveal everything, but rather provokes the reader’s imagination, inviting him to participate in completing the picture.
With every meter that Rudy passed, his resistance to the influence of the fortune teller’s words became more intense, but at the same time, the fortune teller’s words became more deeply rooted in his soul and mind. Although he did not admit it, the fortune teller's words had completely controlled him. “Indeed, what knowledge do we, the inhabitants of this vile grain of dust called the Earth, claim to say, ‘This is possible and this is not possible?’ If we were merely irrational beings, we would say that we were created as a result of certain interactions between different chemical elements, such as mushrooms, algae, and others. But where does the soul come from and where does it go?” Do you go? And the mind and feelings? It is impossible for a bone or muscle in my body to feel love or hatred or to think and make a decision. All of this is carried by an energy that resides in my body, an energy that is stronger and bigger than me. It does not even reveal to me who it is or what it is made of I am just a dead battery for this energy, what a worthless piece of junk I am, but why should I accept that the fortune teller’s words are true? He, too, is just a piece of junk like me! These thoughts were fighting inside Rudy, and he did not know which idea was victorious over the other