Old women of Copacabana
Amélia and Amália had been twins for almost a century, much before Nilton Santos used to parade all his elegance on soccer fields around the world. Amélia had been married and, in her own words, widowed, thanks God. Amália, wiser, preferred to taste all the feast that life offered her. Those two old women walked, as usual, to the sands of Copacabana, where they spread out their sarongs and opened the beach chairs. Sometimes they lay their bodies almost naked, if it weren't for those little pieces covering their parts; sometimes they sat in front of the sea, but without any concern to count the waves, which come and go. Almost distracted, they didn't notice the approach of Sarah, known for a long time. _ Hello, girls! Are you tanning? _ Hi, Sarah! How are you? - Amelia replied, while Amália just made an almost imperceptible nod with her head. Talk goes on and on, Sarah couldn't stop ...