Clarisa was born when not yet existed the electric light in the city, saw for television to the first
astronaut levitating on the surface of the moon and died of amazement when the Pope of visit arrived
and you left to the encounter the homosexuals disguised of nuns.
He had passed the infancy among you
kill of ferns and lit runners by lamps of oil.
The days elapsed slow in that epoch.
Clarisa never adapted
to the starts of the days of today, always seemed me that was person under arrest in the air sepia color of
a portrait of another century.
I suppose that some time had virginal waist, funny postage and profile of
medallion, but when I knew it already was a somewhat eccentric elder, with the shoulders raised as two
smooth humps and her noble head crowned by a sebaceous cyst, like an egg of dove, around which she
rolled up her white hairs.
It had a capable, deep and mischievous look to penetrate the most hidden
wickedness and to return intact.
In its many years of existence reached fame of saint and after its death
many have its photography in a domestic altar, next to other venerable images, to ask him aid in the
smaller difficulties, in spite of the fact that its prestige of miraculous is not recognized by the Vatican
one and with security never will be it, because the benefits offered by her are of capricious kind: does
not cure blind as the Saint lit up Neither it finds husband for the single women as San Antonio, but they
say that helps to bear the discomfort of the drunkenness, the blunders of the conscription and the spying
of the solitude.
Its prodigies are humble and improbable, but as necessary as the ostentatious wonders of
the saints of cathedral.
I knew it in my adolescence, when I worked as a maid at home of The Lady, a lady at night, as called
Clarisa to those of that position.
Already then was almost pure spirit, seemed always on the verge of
separating of the floor and to leave flying through the window.
It had hands of faith healer and who
they could not pay a doctor or they were disappointed of the traditional science they expected shift so
that she alleviated him the pains or he consoled him of the bad luck.
My patroness was used to calling it
so that he applied him the hands in the back.
In transit, Clarisa stirred at heart of The Lady for the
purpose of twisting him the life and to conduct it for the roads of God, roads that the other did not have
greater urgency in traveling through, because that decision would have injured its business.
delivered him the curative heat of its palms for ten or fifteen minutes, according to the intensity of the
pain, and then accepted a juice of fruit as reward by its services.
Seated face to face in the kitchen, the
two women chatted on the human thing and the divine thing, my patroness more than the human thing
and she more than the divine thing, without betraying the tolerance and the severity of the good ways.
Later I changed of employment and I lost sight of to Clarisa to a pair of decades later, in which we find