Reading your words leaves me feeling like I want to spend a long afternoon at the seaside with you, listening, talking a little and listening some more. A bottle of a good Portuguese red wine (maybe a bit of sparkle to it) and fresh baked bread on the table, but too immersed in your story and forgetting to drink. And forgetting I no longer drink alcohol. and listening to you and hanging on to the images that you create. Your thoughts triggering memories of events, people and even some fears from my long life, which has been inappropriately eventful. Reading your writing is like eating Pasteis de Nata. I will eat every custard covered word until I vomit into the sea. (Which, unfortunately, may cause our meeting to end.) That will never happen! Next week I will be on the beach in Brighton and think of your words. I won't drink alcohol or eat custard pastries. I will have "fish and chips" and throw some to the Gulls. I will sit on those oversized rocks there and wonder what you will write next and ponder this ocean of life and the wonderful stories that you write which bob up and down on the waves like the Pasties de Nada that I crave.
Reading your words leaves me feeling like I want to spend a long afternoon at the seaside with you, listening, talking a little and listening some more. A bottle of a good Portuguese red wine (maybe a bit of sparkle to it) and fresh baked bread on the table, but too immersed in your story and forgetting to drink. And forgetting I no longer drink alcohol. and listening to you and hanging on to the images that you create. Your thoughts triggering memories of events, people and even some fears from my long life, which has been inappropriately eventful. Reading your writing is like eating Pasteis de Nata. I will eat every custard covered word until I vomit into the sea. (Which, unfortunately, may cause our meeting to end.) That will never happen! Next week I will be on the beach in Brighton and think of your words. I won't drink alcohol or eat custard pastries. I will have "fish and chips" and throw some to the Gulls. I will sit on those oversized rocks there and wonder what you will write next and ponder this ocean of life and the wonderful stories that you write which bob up and down on the waves like the Pasties de Nada that I crave.
Súper thank you!!!