background: Hush - Kula Shaker cover
I met Glasy Forrò the Pirate, as he is known for this pounding mix of music that distinguishes him. We were the fourth day in Fortaleza and did not seem true to be able to chat with her, especially in a challenging but friendly Italian-Portuguese.
I recall hours gave me an indication that at some point ...- If you live where you say, maybe you know my old friend and said with a curious-care kiosk on your waterfront, has a different eye other.
This was the kiosk where the long hot summer and I used to occupy a magnificent square of the size of sand free + my towel flip flops.
freely associate this incident to the initial period of my stay in London. I was in contact with an Italian boy who worked for a real estate agency. Luke was, I learned later, a cousin of my cousin - or any definition would have this kind of relationship -.
as when, through Antibe headed to the Basque country, I called a friend who could not hear for some time who was on holiday ... you can guess where.
Now I see a movie. The lights go out. I turn off the monitor and turn on the life-saving achieved through hard work in the next room.
Three short intermittent flash and dark. All the neighborhood dogs are barking. All alarms are sounding, distant voices suddenly go off.
I light a cigarette, while the electricity comes back and realize that I will never see the end of the movie-because I begin to believe the suggestions of connections, I lean over the railing to feel cursed by a patriarch who keeps his dead city.
I write these events because I realize only now to attend the only apartment left to have electricity here, or at least within a searching look. Blackout-free.
I'm here from the balcony, my life is about to undergo sudden turns, I feel a tingling in the feet but the only sound that follows me is the insistent beat the ceiling of a moth.
