She looks above toward the future of the highest in the mountains. She sees convergences being developed, lines that will cross and to explode, see forces nascent that will be opposed. She doesn't move for what perceives. she knows for bitter experiences that most of the times a little one can make to avoid what will happen, when big forces are in game and they come running from far. It is as trying to go against a fall of water. At some time intent to rake some tragedy to impede it when newly it was gestating, she got lost in the threads of the history. Many of those that come to consult it, what they want is not to know and they pay him so that she lies them. Other alone one wants to know the naked truth, but her neither to them it can please them completely. The naked truth hurts the eyes to the one who the aim without protection and can go mad to anyone. It is solitary this place, although many consult it, they also fear him, as if for the knowledge, she had to be able to about the life and the death. She doesn't see everything, it distinguishes very little in fact and it is less even what understands. Although there are days that the minimum thing seems even too much for their poor human eyes. She wants a happy end each one of the history that can see, but the happy ends are beautiful, strange and scarce gems, in the tomorrow's mountain. Their gift appreciates now, it was not always this way. She learned how to look, any thing, for more terrible than it was, with the fixed, slightly closed eyes and a prayer whispered in the lips. Once, nothing else, cried without comfort, when she saw to boy, in to future war in an unknown country. The boy ran abandoned, in to city in ruins. Although it was impossible, she was sure that the boy looked at it to her and with his enormous eyes and the tight lips, it claimed her and the whole universe, not to have made anything to avoid his tragedy.