Still in childhood and youth, he discovers his first flights in a tenacious and persistent way, while they call him offspring… until he learned to fly alone, alongside friends, neighbours, family members with dry throats for each farewell… along the coast, venturing out over so much sea… to another island, continent, diaspora or ‘in the courtyard of life, where dinner serves as supper.’ (sic).
At the end of the day, sweaty and calloused, they were still given a bunch of organic incense to eat because they had no other. Very organic and very natural incense. For them, it was just a piece of cake and cheese, with a sip of unlabelled wine. You did well to remove the label, José. I also removed the label from mine, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to get hold of any.