When I was young, I had a song for every mood, every occasion; joy or heartbreak, it didn’t matter, I needed music in the background, I needed it pouring into my ears, my veins, my heart. Teresa, the main character in my book, Love Secrets Lies, was no different. The story dawns on Teresa still living in Mozambique, a land where summer never ends; where she and her mother sang along to the honeyed tropical sounds of Roberto …
Tag: Pink Floyd
When I was young they were simply called “records”. Only much later, as CDs invaded our world, were they renamed “vinyl records” or simply “vinyl”. Suddenly the old records that we had put away in our attics and basements became something valuable, and soon our children were asking us if we had kept any from the old days, and where had we put them. Actually for me this revival began a few years ago when my son Afonso was still …
