February 14, 2021

On a cloud a woman of unparalleled beauty was traveling at great speed. Whenever that party came, she was not indifferent. Aphrodite, also known as Venus, did not want that party to remain without a guardian. When she arrived at Cupid's abode she found him like her usual of hers sitting on a cloud playing with that human instrument. By now the nearly thirty-year-old boy always responded to his mother in the same way.

"Mom, the service works. Leave me alone"

"No, that doesn't work. Look what you have become? "

"Gods no longer matter to humans. Aren't you tired of always being beautiful? You should go ... as humans say ... retired here, especially with the age you find yourself ».

You know how much she, in addition to being beautiful, is ... here it is better not to contradict her especially with regard to her beauty. When she, in fact, she spoke those words; Tired of her son now so become, with a single gesture of her hand she opened the cloud under Cupid's ass, and in the blink of an eye the boy found himself falling straight towards the earth.

"Now let's see what it is like to live among humans"

That it fell from the sky wasn't a problem before, but he hadn't been flying for years now.

Agitated and frightened he watched his mother laugh over the opening she had created.

She must have been like riding a bicycle for humans. He had never gone there, so even that he couldn't boast of being able to do.

When it was close to reaching the ground, something popped up behind him. Her happiness was shattered at the sight of two small wings.

"Misery," she said and praying she kept falling. The little wings moved, but they were too small and immature to carry her weight.

He had not exercised and the wings as well as his powers had remained in the state of a putto.

He closed his eyes now feeling the end. Nothing happened, suspended over a veil of water, he sighed, and then fell into it. He heard a laugh in his mind. He knew immediately that it was his mother.

He raised his head to find a statue quite familiar to him. A little Cupid ready to shoot his arrows.

He looked at the basket behind Cupid with three extra arrows. He snorted as he slammed his hands into the water.

He felt something rough and small in his hands, held it up showing a human coin.

Passers-by couldn't stop laughing, someone even threw him some change.

"Couples, couples everywhere", he thought as he squeezed his arms and shivered from the cold.

His mother had brought him back to earth on the day he hated most.

When he was a child, she didn't think about the importance of what she did. He enjoyed hitting as hard as he could, to see people exchange caresses, or to know impossible and unrequited loves, creating embarrassing and funny situations.

Growing up he had begun to envy humans. He felt something missing him, so every time he saw someone under his spell, he felt strange feelings brush against his chest.

He stared at the "I love you" coin, he was ready to throw it as far as he could, but when he did, he hit a pole and bounced off his face, ending up back in the water.

He hated that coin, but what he could do was think about how he could spend it on a good breakfast.

When he came out of the fountain he began to stare, sitting on the edge, over the opposite road where the cars whizzed by; there was a clothing store there.

How much he wanted new, dry clothes. He sighed thinking that with that coin he wouldn't buy anything he wanted.

He lifted his head and stared at the statue.

Finally he remembered that it was that statue ... and he ran up to his shoulders, touching the quiver.

There he had left and hidden his original tools.

There was the heart of his automatic system.

He began to think that falling there was not a coincidence.

Looking around he could not help but smell the smell of that party. Among hearts scattered everywhere to decorate the shop windows, advertisements. She felt those feelings arise in him again.

Something was fluttering in his head: Hitting himself with one of his arrows?

What was going to happen? He was almost amused by the chance to try.

Without thinking twice, he retrieved the arrow from the bow of the statue and hit himself in the chest.

The arrow disappeared in a glowing dust with small sparkling hearts.

"Excuse me," he touched someone behind him, "do you need help?".

When Cupid turned around, his heart began to beat faster than ever before.

The woman with the white skin, the blue eyes, the long brown hair, the red lips and the eyes covered with a clear pink, seemed to him the most beautiful woman in the world.

No words got out. He stood still for a few moments.

"My Goddess," he stammered.

The girl darkened in the face. Such words put her on alert.

"My Goddess?"

"My heart had never imagined finding such beauty for its own eyes, to lose its breath with every heartbeat of her."

"It seemed to you, he could only be a maniac" she thought, pulling her hand away from her grasp.

Cupid shook his head, trying to find some attitude and not to be too old-fashioned. The woman turned and gave her heels as she crossed the street, he followed her causing almost an accident.

"Yes, may he know what you want?" The woman stood at the door of the clothes shop, ready to close it.

"You asked me if I need help: the answer is yes, my beloved"

Darkness darkened her face.

"First point, I'm not your beloved. Second point I saw you sitting there soaking wet and I thought you had an accident. Third point, I felt sorry for you and I wanted to help, nothing more, "she screamed, hitting him with her index finger several times, for every point she mentioned.

Cupid grabbed her hand in a sudden gesture. She hit him, where now a pair of jeans covered what she had always carried to the wind before.

When she tried to catch her breath trying to follow her. The woman closed the glass door in his face, leaving him speechless.

The poor man fell to the ground exhausted.

In the distance, sitting on the edge of the fountain, she looked annoyed at the scene: Venus in her silk dress.

With her legs crossed, and her elbow on her knee snorted at how her plan had escaped her.

She wanted her son to go back to doing her work, bringing love, and instead, she just felt the magic he creates.

She lifted her head, staring at the little putti behind her. A new punishment presented itself in her head.

He picked up the bow and arrows together, and on them with a swipe of his hand a lock of blond hair belonging to Cupid was positioned for each point.

He raised his bow ready to shoot, averting his gaze from it and closing his eyes tightly.

After Cupid's three arrows came up high, they swooped down; in three different places.

She didn't know who they would hit, but she didn't care.

Such magic would prompt anyone to join Cupid wherever he was.