Matteo made the finest Limonada this side of the Rio. It was a sweet and refreshing beverage, that could quench the deepest thirst on the hottest of summer days.
His Limonada stand flourished during The Great Augusto Heat Wave. People would line up around the block and pay many pesos, for a small dixie cup of his golden brew.
The following year his luck would change, when a young woman from Ecuador opened a Limonada stand opposite Matteo's. Her beauty was electric... It consumed Matteo.
"Oh Dios Mio!" he told her - "You're Limonada is so fine. Your virtues, so true. Please be my wife and we shall make Limonada together, for all of the towns people to enjoy!"
But his pleas for her love would fall on deaf ears; for she despised Matteo, and his successful business. Secretly she began to put rat poison in Matteo's Limonada. Many of the townsfolk got sick or died as a result.
Enraged by the poisonings, they formed a mob and destroyed Matteo's beautiful stand. Then they poked him in the gut with a pitchfork, and burned him alive in the town's square.
As legend has it, before the flames consumed Matteo, he shed one last tear... some say that it was no mortal man's tear; but a sugary liquid of shiny gold.
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