Wow! Between the wristwatch or pocket watch, the hour of loneliness and the grave: the struggle of Ary Fontoura

Wow! You know when you stop and think: where did the time go? That classic Minas Gerais expression, which fits so many moments of surprise or reflection, has never felt more fitting than now. The talk of the moment is veteran actor Ary Fontoura, who at 93 years old ended up in court. But don't think it's just another celebrity squabble over fame. This is serious — it involves a rental debt of over R$160,000 and a tenant who refuses to leave his property. And that's where this conversation about the wristwatch or pocket watch, the passing hour, and that thing called loneliness comes into play.

Look, I've seen it all in my life, but a 93-year-old man having to go to court to ask for his own apartment back in less than a month — that's a lot to swallow. Here's the story: the actor rented out a property, the woman stopped paying, the debt piled up, and after a lot of patience, he filed an eviction lawsuit. But what gets me isn't just the money. It's what comes with it. At 93, every hour weighs differently. Each day is a victory. And having to spend energy on a legal battle, asking for what's rightfully his... wow, that's not for just anyone.

The tick-tock that never returns: wristwatch or pocket watch?

Have you ever stopped to think about what marks time? Some prefer the wristwatch or pocket watch. The wristwatch sits there, strapped over your vein, reminding you every second that life is passing by. The pocket watch has an old-school charm, a sense of respect. You have to take it out, open it, look at it calmly. It's almost a ritual. I think Ary Fontoura, at this stage of life, is probably more of a pocket watch guy. Because he's lived too long to be chasing after hands on a dial.

And this court story reminded me of an old watchmaker I met in Ouro Preto. The man spent his days fixing stopped machines. He said, "Son, time only breaks if you let it. But you can always wind it up again." Wow, is Ary trying to wind up his own life? Because taking legal action at 93, demanding what's yours, isn't stubbornness. It's about not accepting that the hour to be treated with respect has already passed.

The loneliness that comes before the grave

Let's be honest: how many of us truly remember our elders? Not just on Grandparents' Day. But day to day. Ary has family, he has a name, he has a brilliant career. But there, in that lawsuit, what you see is an elderly man having to fight alone for a roof that's already his. That lays bare something ugly: the loneliness that hits even before we think about the grave.

• The grave is the final period. Loneliness is the silence that comes long before.
• The watchmaker might fix the hand, but he can't give back lost time.
• And the wristwatch or pocket watch, no matter how beautiful, will never mark the hour of affection that wasn't given.

Wow, but it's not all doom and gloom. There's a lesson here. Ary isn't sitting back with his arms crossed. He went after it, filed the lawsuit, and the court has already issued an order for him to get his property back in less than a month. That's setting an example. Because we learn that as long as the hand hasn't stopped, there's always time to make your voice count. The watchmaker of life is us.

The hour to wind your own destiny

So, next time you look at your wrist or reach into your pocket for your watch, remember: time is yours. The hour to act is now. If Ary Fontoura, at 93, has the energy to fight for a property, who are you to put off until tomorrow what needs to be solved today? Wow, life is too short to waste time on deadbeat tenants. And too long to settle for crumbs.

Let this case be your wake-up call. The grave might be at the end of the line, but the path to it is yours. And only you can decide whether to walk with steady steps or drag a chain. As for me, between you and me, I've already tucked my pocket watch into my vest pocket. Time to live, wow. Time to live.