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We always questioned that philosophical theme, because it continues being the main source of our doubts and inquiries. According to Ortega Y Garret, life is a to do concrete and historical. The reality is opaque to our perception. Her (the life) always meets in certain circumstances, a disposition around the things and of the other people.

We lived in a world of those circumstances, that they form a fluvial marge, where life is going creating inside of a relentless river basin, but... always, we wondered: - Does life repeat?

Seated in the rocking chair, in the semi-darkness of her small room, Lady Coló, with their 82 years, she reminds a distant past, where it spent more of the half of her life working and taking care of the other persons, as nephews, mother and husband (all already died); finally, she was had as the nurse of the family. She took care of all with patience and dedication.

Her largest problem in the life was to take care of Aunt Lili, 84 year-old spinster, already in early insanity state. There, Lady Coló's patience became exhausted. The hour of the bath, it was a true war, Aunt Lili screamed, she shouted that were killing her and she attacked to poor Coló, with the flask of the shampoo, the soap dish or the one that she got to catch. It was a horror!

In another occasion, she unraveled an entire “chenille” quilt, that covered her bed and she didn't stop there, certain time, she played the whole garbage inside of the wardrobe (that when she still walked). sometimes, she had fun throwing excrements for the window of the room, causing great and serious problems in the pedestrians, that went by the street carefree.

Poor Aunt Lili! A little to the little, she went losing the movements and she was hours and hours, balancing herself in the chair, even Lady Coló to carry her (she was skinny, but she weighed), to place her in the bed. It was an arduous and suffered work that left Lady Coló, to the pieces, very tired.

And in the hour of the feeding? It was a terrible moment, because Aunt Lili balked as a donkey and, she didn't open the mouth for anything. Lady Coló asked, she implored, she made " children little plain " flying with the spoon with soup, she lost the patience and she forced the opening of the lips with the spoon, shouting and exploding:

Aunt Lili, choked and she spit soup for every side, besides in the face of Coló that broke in painful and sense cry, sorry of her brute attitude. Aunt Lili alienates everything, She continued implacable, of closed mouth, with their great stared eyes, only looking... looking... and thinking...

But... thinking what? Will it be that Tia Lili still thought? This was the question that hammered Lady Coló's head.

Dived in those distant thoughts of the past, Lady Coló felt a strong pressure expresses in the lips and opening the eyes, frightened, she saw a spoon with soup, that a thin hand forced to introduce in her mouth. The lady of the hand, was her niece Lourdinha, that desperate, she screamed:

Did Lady Coló, with the stared eyes, choke and did she spit soup for every side, and she didn't understand because Lourdinha was so possessed and crying in that way so felt... " why? " She didn't understand those screams, that cry... and she looked... she looked... she thought:

(Story published in the Literary " Anthology In the Waves of the Literature 2003 for the New Author's Editora House, of São Paulo - Pages 31 and 32).

(I dedicate this story to my aunt Alice de Queiroz, of longing memory, that inspired me to write this history).

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