Thank you. Even at this point – when I don’t know if what we have is ending – thank you for having been in my life, thank you for so many things. Thank you for making me believe in love after the long desert of the last years of my marriage. Thank you for making me feel like a teenager in love again in my mature years. Thank you for making me feel loved, appreciated, beautiful, attractive, passionate, loving, young, …
Tag: bridge
Eight am of a lovely spring morning. I’m driving to work and I take the usual route. It’s barely 4 kilometres but almost every street, every corner and every building holds a souvenir of my life, of moments happy or sad, but still important all of them. And I suddenly realise – I who have always looked at Lisbon as the place I had to come to after leaving my native city in Mozambique – that I’m in love with this …
