A jealous wife whispers in her husband's ear, “the moment, people and the environment are what create, recreate, corrupt and divert us.” and soon after she frowns."What did you say? I don’t understand...” asks the husband, as he was busy at the moment.“Didn’t you hear me, Cabral...? I quoted a phrase my mother told me! Never mind...” she concluded, getting up and leaving, taking only the small bag with her.Meanwhile, everyone else remains in their places, sitting, eating, drinking and as if hypnotized.At the end of all the melodies that cover the contracted hours, the singer announces. “Thank you very much for the applause... Now, to close the night, I will sing a version of a song that most of you probably know the melody...I'm a fan of this singer and that's why I wrote these lyrics. The melody belongs to my diva and I ask everyone for permission to interpret my lyrics in it.She takes a deep breath and begins to sing: “I am a womanI just know how to be like thisBut this can
A jealous wife whispers in her husband's ear, “the moment, people and the environment are what create, recreate, corrupt and divert us.” and soon after she frowns."What did you say? I don’t understand...” asks the husband, as he was busy at the moment.“Didn’t you hear me, Cabral...? I quoted a phrase my mother told me! Never mind...” she concluded, getting up and leaving, taking only the small bag with her.Meanwhile, everyone else remains in their places, sitting, eating, drinking and as if hypnotized.At the end of all the melodies that cover the contracted hours, the singer announces. “Thank you very much for the applause... Now, to close the night, I will sing a version of a song that most of you probably know the melody...I'm a fan of this singer and that's why I wrote these lyrics. The melody belongs to my diva and I ask everyone for permission to interpret my lyrics in it.She takes a deep breath and begins to sing: “I am a womanI just know how to be like thisBut this can
Months later...One morning, despite the effect of a strong hangover, he, moved by the conscience that constantly disturbs him, decides to visit the dimension where his wife lives.The plan is simple: Confess to mistakes; explain why, justifying them; ask for forgiveness; swear not to commit them again and, finally, suggest reasonable conditions within what you have the right to as a husband.“I haven't been the same since the last funeral...And I don't know how to explain what I've become in the last few months...” he begins, interrupting his wife's morning ritual, in a high tone and slowly lowering his voice until the last syllable.After a few seconds of looking at the huge man, barefoot and shirtless, with disheveled hair, unshaven, reddish and slightly wrinkled face, tired and deep-set eyes. The odor of the sweat combined with the breath resembled that of a fermentation barrel, from one of the cachaçarias owned by the couple.“No wonder the exact day... that we stopped sitting t
The next day, first thing in the morning, she invites the new doctor director of the local hospital and maternity hospital for a meeting for two. As soon as the doctor walks through the door, anxiously, she asks a direct question:“When a couple cannot produce a healthy child... is there any way to know, precisely, where the problem is? In the man or in the woman?”“Good morning, First Lady... I realize that the issue of motherhood has once again occupied a place of concern in your life.”“Not like before doctor, not like before...But I admit that it is worrying. Faced with possibilities. But still speculative. Just answer me the question!”“I understand..., I'm sorry for the apparent intrusion... Well, to be sure where the impediment is coming from, we will have to, obligatorily, carry out some tests on one of the two or on both to be more exact... and...” is interrupted by her.“On my first. Could it be today, now?” she rushes.“Well, we don’t have the resources for that here, in o
Days later...Rúbia receives the bishop at her home, as she had called him to confess. It had been years since her parents' death, when she had put spirituality aside. “God has disappointed me more than once”, he had said in his last confession and, without knowing what to say, he had just given a standard answer: “They are the mysteries of God..., very cliché I know, but they are the only one’s words I learned to answer the most complex questions..., excuse me” Sitting in the living room, the bishop, for a few minutes, is finally called to go up and they talk in private. Five days later...Rúbia receives delegate Torres, head of the Romântica central police station, who she herself placed in the position after dismissing the previous one.A few days after the meeting with the police chief, she sent for a lawyer she had met before, in France, and also had a private meeting with him.After a few more days, she had a meeting with the three of them together that lasted more than two ho
Another day getting to know, in practice, the universe of the game...“One of the chess player’s adversaries is… time!” recalls the instructor. Realizing, once again, that Rúbia makes good moves, but it has taken a long time to make them.“I know that...” understands the student.“One of the characteristics of good players is how quickly they move compared to the opponent. Well thought out moves, however, without consuming more time than the opponent, remember?” It reminds me of Rúbia, the teacher.The student remains thoughtful for a while.“Lady Rúbia...?” he asks Eleonora, noticing that she was thinking for a long time and adds, “Life is short by nature, but chance can make it even shorter. “So, every little moment can represent a big part.”“I'm sorry, but... when you told me that, it reminded me that... Never mind!” She thinks about justifying it, but remembers that the teacher, like most people, shouldn't know everything she's currently thinking.Despite the game of chess withou
That same night, between the second and third dose...Suddenly, someone appears sitting next to him in one of the chairs at his table, while the already very pink man is drinking and watching through the window, serenely, at the immense darkness outside.“You're thinking about her now, aren't you...?” He whispers in their language, as they always have, and adds, “I feel it in you, it's very perceptive, it's in your eyes... sometimes you're... a bit controversial...”"Who are you to act like you know me?!” Bruce whispers, almost in thought.“How ironic…” he replies and then continues, “given that everyone drinks to forget their troubles…, you…, well…, you seem to be going the wrong way from time to time, it seems still divided in the first doses...” notes Bruce’s brother.“Today, by chance... I saw her and... that always messes with me...This is love... I don't even know why I say this to you... you've certainly never loved anyone!It's pure nonsense to talk about this feeling with so
“The negligent and powerless are those who attribute everything to luck and bad luck.” This new behavior of yours is acting as if it were morphine on your ego and nothing more than that.”, he tries to explain."Destiny. Okay, that's explained...!”, replies the inconsolable drunk.“Have you ever stopped to think that if everything is the work of destiny, no one can be considered worthy of honor for successes or held responsible for mistakes? concludes reasonably.— I don't want to know any more answers or talk about it...! I believe it will never happen again...! closes the tormented husband with himself.“Isn't it a fact that: “Admitting one's mistake is similar to the feeling of consuming one's own feces...? Our ego anesthetizes us to the point that we no longer feel blameless for ourselves.No one in their right mind slaps themselves, but they should at least consider themselves worthy of being slapped, but to do so they would first have to consider themselves worthy of each possibl