Yet always something of the human soul is transposed as she travels through realms where few go to drink the rare ichor of true correspondence: where the soul—the very core—of one language meets another.
Since the last full moon – the blood moon, I would say most folk around here have felt just a tad jangled. A situation not helped by the raging wildfire in Monchique this past week, about 70 km distant from Boliqueime, where I live. Ironically, Monchique is known for its spring water, and the... Continue Reading →
Today started out well. It started out early, when it was cool enough not to perspire. I purchased a book as a PDF for $20.00, and only have about 341 pages to go. Someone from Canada who read my blog suggested I might be interested. Smart woman of discernment! I did some work, some laundry,... Continue Reading →
I have just emptied an entire chest (kist, in my parlance) in search of one small notebook. This constitutes an act of bravery, for the kist contains boxes full of memories, and papers I should have filed a long time ago. I was calm, and did not get upset; it appears there is no reason... Continue Reading →
Very soon after that, I noticed a pair of black and white running shoes on the grass beneath a tree and behind the communal dustbin.
She might have felt dizzy, or had a fever that day, and felt unwell. In any case, the black man offered her his bed to lie on, and a book of poetry, by way of remedy.