«But in truth, Amélia would die four years after Agustina told her story, how it was received from her hands the talent to tell, endlessly, like everything or that it is not us. E isso, or what or explains? A cholera? A will to see end, disappear from life, where there is no place? Because our place in life has very little time. Sometimes, one day is enough for it to drain away or make sense, and it remains beautiful. The rest is just minutes of waiting and agony. Between Amélia and Agustina, there is a golden cord, where a heart is suspended with a pomba and an inscribed name. It was destined for Agustina, before she was born, as an omen, an offering of a golden root. From this root grew a life, and a great and singular work, which binds and eternizes. Only like this is worth life — we are capable of eternizing.»