Traducion De Clarisa

Clarisa was born when there was no electricity in the city, watched on television the first astronaut levitating above the surface of the moon and died of shock when the Pope came to visit and he was met by homosexuals disguised as nuns. He had spent his childhood between clumps of ferns and corridors lit by oil lamps. The days passed slowly in those days.
Clarisa never adapted to the surprisesof the present day, I always thought it was stopped in the air of a sepia portrait of another century. I guess it once had a virgin waist, graceful demeanor and medallion profile, but when I met an old lady she was already something quirky, with soft shoulders raised like two humps and noble head crowned by a sebaceous cyst, like a pigeon's egg, around which she rolled her white hair.
She had adeep and mischievous look, able to penetrate the innermost evil and return intact. In its many years of existence santa achieved fame after his death and many have their photograph in a domestic altar, along with other images revered, for help in minor difficulties, despite its miraculous reputation is not recognized by Vatican and with security never will be, because the benefits provided by itare fickle in nature: not blind priest as St. Lucia nor find husband for the single as San Antonio, but they say it helps to bear the discomfort of drunkenness, trips of conscription and stalking of loneliness. Their miracles are humble and unlikely, but as necessary as showy wonders of Saints Cathedral.
I met her in my teens, when I worked as a maid in the house of The Lady, a lady of the night,as she called Clarisa at that office. Even then she was almost pure spirit, seemed always about to get off the ground and fly out the window. sHe had healer hands and those who could not afford a doctor or were disillusioned with traditional science hoped she would turn to her to relieve pain or comforter them of bad luck. My boss used to call to apply it hands back. Incidentally, Clarisa burrowedinto the soul of the Lady with the purpose of wring life and lead by God's ways, ways that the other did not have to travel urgently, because that decision would show her business. Clarisa handed them the healing warmth of her palms for ten or fifteen minutes depending on the intensity of pain, and then accepted a fruit juice as a reward for her services.
Sitting face to face in the kitchen, thetwo women talked about the human and the divine, my employer over the human and the divine over them, without betraying the rigor of tolerance and good manners. Then I changed jobs and lost sight of Clarisa until a couple of decades later, when we met and we were able to restore friendship today, doing more if the various obstacles we brought, including that of her death, which came to sowcertain disorder in good communication.
Even in the days when old age prevented her from moving to the old missionary enthusiasm, Clarisa preserved her record to assist our neighbors, sometimes even against the wishes of the recipients, as was the case of Republic Street pimps who had to endure, mired in greater mortification, public the speeches that good lady in an effort to redeem unchanged. Clarisaeverything flowed from here to give to the needy, usually had only the clothes on her back and towards the end of her life she found it difficult to find her poor poorer. Charity became a way round and no longer knew who she was and who was receiving.
He lived in a dilapidated three-story mansion, with some empty rooms and other rented as deposit to a liquor store, so that a plague of acidicdrunk polluted environment. Not moved from that house, inheritance from their parents, because it reminded her past ancestry and because for over forty years her husband was buried there in life, in a room at the back of the yard. The man was a judge of a distant province, he held office with dignity until the birth of her second child, when the disappointment snatched interest face their fate and...