Whoa! Between Wristwatch or Pocket Watch, the Hour of Loneliness and the Grave: Ary Fontoura’s Fight

Whoa! You know that moment when you stop and think: where did the time go? That Minas Gerais expression, which fits so many moments of surprise or reflection, has never felt more fitting than right now. The talk of the town is veteran actor Ary Fontoura, who at 93 years old ended up in court. But don’t think it’s just another celebrity spat over fame. This is serious — it involves over $30,000 in back rent (roughly R$160,000) and a tenant who refuses to leave his property. And that’s where the conversation about the wristwatch or pocket watch, the hour that ticks by, and that thing called loneliness comes in.

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 rough. Here’s the deal: 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 everything that comes with it. At 93, every hour carries a different weight. Every day is a victory. And having to spend energy on a legal battle, asking for what’s rightfully yours... whoa, that’s not for just anyone.

The Tick-Tock That Never Comes Back: Wristwatch or Pocket Watch?

Have you ever stopped to think about what marks time? Some people prefer the wristwatch or pocket watch. The wristwatch sits right 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 slowly. It’s almost a ritual. I think Ary Fontoura, at this point in his life, is probably more of a pocket watch kind of guy. Because he’s lived too long to be chasing after the hands of a clock.

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

The Loneliness That Comes Before the Grave

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

• The grave is the period at the end of the sentence. Loneliness is the silence that comes way before.
• The watchmaker might fix the clock 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 was never given.

Whoa, but it’s not all doom and gloom. There’s a lesson here. Ary isn’t sitting around with his arms crossed. He went after it, filed the lawsuit, and the court has already issued an injunction 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 clock hand hasn’t stopped, there’s always time to make your voice heard. The watchmaker of life is us.

The Hour to Wind Up Your Own Destiny

So, next time you look at your wrist or pat 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? Whoa, life’s too short to waste time on deadbeat tenants. And too long to settle for crumbs.

Let this case be a wake-up call. The grave might be at the end of the line, but the road to get there is yours. And only you can decide whether you’ll walk with firm steps or drag a chain. As for me, I’ve already tucked my pocket watch into my vest pocket. Time to live, whoa. Time to live.