Luanda and powerful women ahead of time

José Kaliengue, Director of Newspaper OPAIS I remember Luanda with longing. That city that the older ones called the Moon and that I didn’t know yet. It was not Luanda that I live in at great cost today. He had a beautiful face, unforgettable and without a twin…

The slowliness of paper

I wanted to be as slow as paper but everything is beyond me. Everything fades, everything fades. Things tend to disappear in the digital. To pass as if they were unimportant, despite carrying the most basic feelings. I remember a letter that I never got to write. She was…

Iolanda looks at Pedro

She doesn’t like herself; it hurts her to be called into existence. Beautiful woman, strong in seduction, full of love, rich in inheritance and marriage … She carries the weight of being who she is in her soul. Dragging a slow, gloomy gait; sadness sways in his…

Chiado and the Nepalese cook

Sorry but I have to make a map – and you really have to apologize, as I am writing a chronicle for a digital newspaper that “broadcasts” from Macau, so far. What I’m going to tell you needs a map, it happened this week in Lisbon and in a very symbolic…

The trend of fake news

Strings and more strings. From the shoulder to the belly, the body in ropes. Every night, Old Man of the Strings, loomed at my grandmother’s door, sure of a plate of food and a glass of wine. The ropes weighed his step, dressed the torso. He ate in silence and…

The flower that the general sowed

José Kaliengue, Director of newspaper OPAIS When I saw that she was calling me on the phone, I immediately thought of a sea of ​​difficulties, I remembered the last time I saw her, I remembered the last time we spoke, then on the phone. Our last conversation had…

Machado de Assis, black or white, from Fla or Flu?

This week, Le Monde’s correspondent in Brazil published the article “The rediscovery in Brazil of the great black figures that were whitened”… The text even refers to a president, Nilo Peçanha, with an ephemeral mandate (1909-1910) but with decades of…

Statue man

The man is a statue. Immobile. Not a gesture. The body in perfect stillness. Red hat and white beard. Lisbon downtown crowded with people, in December shopping, and him on top of a kitchen bench. Yesterday, Mickey Mouse; today, Father Christmas. Always statue. Each earns…

What do mature men seek?

She threw me at point-blank range the question that I realized had a condemnatory rather than an accusatory charge. What do mature men seek? Her judgment, the answer she had, the sentence, came right after: “I thought that mature men would prefer young women, light and…

The irrelevance of the solstice

I take back what I said because the words just float down the river, obsessed with a drift of perfection. “You don’t exist”, you said in love with the rude phrase as if I were still in front of you. Right. What is this about grunting, spelling or writing? Where…