I’m afraid to drive alone in the night. The thought kept swirling inside as I sat down on the wooden pavilion’s floor—legs bent, feet obediently elongated like a ballerina’s, back held straight in the posture of someone pretending to know how to hold themselves together. I’m afraid I won’t know the way. I’m afraid I’ll get lost. I’m afraid I won’t remember how to drive—how to get my feet to apply the necessary pressure on the accelerator to cause the machine to move, to take me to the...

You should have seen their faces, Sophiia, as they sunk their scones into their sugar-loaded teas. It was rather amusing, I must admit. Faces so familiar to me contorted in shock at our encounter. It did feel like a performance of some kind. One where we tested the boundaries of the socially acceptable in the northern Portuguese town that likes to think of itself as cosmopolitan and non-judgmental. What exactly shocked them, I couldn’t be certain. Perhaps it was his age, almost triple mine....

Há muito que não contemplava por esta janela, em busca do sol, encontrada na abstração das nuvens. Há muito que não escutava este...