Puzzled but charmed, the news in Hades brewed as I held the some last conversations to my sisters of Hell and outer dark beings which to my unpleasant ear said. 

"What can I tell you?" Another story and another day going wild. 

"Yes, fine I guess the nanny is off? Agh! Then I must, is my baby Boy." Flattered for the calamity would now listen to another embassy, on call this time the Limbo. "Oh, well Charon is there to take the ride, what do you wan't me to do? To stop the river from flowing, I'm out!" About midday called approaching another one. "I can't pay you, your business can die and rotten within the last pit of hell, I'm investing no more in your old fashioned sinners, Agh! Get real!" After hunging out, forged my hands as a psycho, that fix idea who constantly change, and remained through the change into a new plan got interrupted by another call, this time it was nor less than an identifiable God, called Morpheus Gods of dreams this two stand at the entrances of Hades. "Hypnos needs you, don't go you are wise enough to help me induce any therapy, so I'm known?" Agh, that noise was my leg pushing the chair aside to seat in the last demand. "Me wise? Since when I had given good advise? Hate me, I can't sale the news with such de minor,... once anyone wakes up, they all forget about the illusion of dreams and the hypnotic information, so? I need to have a little fun as ordinary people do." 

  Was not really certain of my role in the upper world, seating vagrant after all those wavering years lowering the volume of my phone till the end and isolating any psyche to an inner spectrum, until a single mode motherly there is nothing more hateful than that. 

   Started to rehearsal, I couldn't, I shall not, it wouldn't what more hateful words were there in my frustrating dictionary to sin again, no, not to my son. You or I, will, it must, you have too! No I use that for ruling with enigmatic direction, then perhaps, maybe, it might. I like might! You are so mighty. The set takes a little timing after all this is my last trial and why not embrace it as a mother. Between two worlds, trust me, you can do this, what ever the cause pain or more pain till I'm numb how could girls resist the beauty of my child? He is painful...... aghhh... must go to the living room of this city, in this country and continent, on a side of the globe, a center piece, to get on the tendencies of his Era and talk to Rio Styxx about a live I'm not truly aware.

 So I found words I never thought I find and after writing in the blackboard some natural scientist proven facts and mathematical sequences to the abstract world we came from and how the structures of civilisation cope in multicultural levels, classes, manners, presentations, history, the revolutionary era of industry, started to theorise and brushed away the white chalk, and my arse moved at each stroke for the streets I drew as tourist do. And turned back letting the gifts reserved for the age of man with an urge to foresight a benevolent future, not too much on the after sight of science fiction. "Rio, this place needs some decoration"

    At the sudden look of his, after the class guess this place is as as small as a dove's hole. "Rio, I'm sorry your Daddy owns a life time to the Government of Hades and I've been too spiritual to compete with the golden coins he achieves, so this is it." As if the memory of yesterday was blown towards me breathed away with the melancholy, that young we were as Rio is right now. "Your daddy did wish to raise you up here, to teach you fishing and hunting,  to leave me alone as I must, but the hallucinations I had provided him letting him believe whatever his illusions wished, what would a lover offer to the offers of his man? 

  It was such a fluency between our bodies that he thought he was becoming water himself, he tried to controlled me, then the climate, to frozen me, to dilute me if I was too cool, delude me driving him self crazy, because I, I'm just a river who boils when hot. We returned back home to Hades, on his request, loyal to his duty embarking the souls here and there, well and there it goes the ride of the Ferry Man. All his wishes abroad, so here we are for the state of his healthy ride." 

  Agh... breathed away, if to purify the dialect of modern live, live? "Rio?" Both bad and good, I wont make a hero or bring a man down, we are related to every other family aspects, specially the missing ones who calls us into their dark side. "Your Grandma, Goddess of Darkness must he antagonising for the rains in this city, today I walked out and the clouds were gone, a shinny sky above an orange avenue by the pale buildings in the road filled with that fall offers and all wet, like if the rain said, it was not me. And you see it under the sun light, it was not me, have you seen me rain, rain?" For a moment deluded myself in thinking he was not very connected with the weather, that he perhaps was a river himself, I comprehend a man in eager and a man in ease, a man board till hell and it was not me he needs, could see it in his eyes as if they were mine, for that you can't forget within the waters of the lost. "Non might be taxed Rio, if that's whats you wish, you can have them all"

  They live within every drop of us, as we in them and them with you, and non too as the very lost, lost, lost it all and in all lost, all that goes around is substantial, there is nothing without them that history might tell, is something the mighty work with up here to take another last breath. To live intensely again for just one more breath. I don't wan't my stygian stories but for them to free them out from the power of their domain, up on earth. 

  A knock in the door from outside the house stoped, as I opened and there she is a beautiful young lady poured in wet as for this evening, said. "Excuse me, do you know where is Rio Street? My Google Map lost signal, I'm looking for help to get out from this tempest rain."