That afternoon, she took a break after having been practicing her juggling, with three common oranges, it was enough to learn balance, order, ideal moment, turn, change and precision, tension and .... a thousand things that this juggling had taught her. It would be tremendous and unthinkable to see one of them fall to the ground, one of those tasty oranges, she was not going to allow it. The light that was filtering inside that afternoon was going away little by little, as time went away, faithful reflection of her fatigue.

She liked to spend minutes absorbed, distracted in her thoughts. Juggling is like life itself, you have to go practicing very often with everyone: that is, “ how should I do ?, how should I say ?, what word did I say wrong ?, at what point did I accidentally spoil it ?, Is it the right time ?, I had to ask for forgiveness and didn't I realize ?, Ugh!”.  Those are human relations, if you simply analyse them, you have to juggle every time, or if you simply dedicate yourself to live, you’re destined to live and manage in a jungle; there are no rules, they change daily and ... for a mind like hers, it was a chaos!, a true reflection of the tension playing with the oranges ... and let's start ... and play again. Thus, it is life and people. A juggling.