Saudades … I was born by the sea. Maybe that is why, from time to time, I feel my body inundating with dark salt water. Every once in a while I can hear whirlwinds forming and little sailor men crying: “home! home! home!”. But all that’s left back “home” are puddles of a previous storm. I drink some tea, I lay down on my carpet, and I start to hum the songs my grandma used to sing. I do this until my sailors fall asleep. I give them little salt kisses and think about all those plans that I left behind. All those plans that got wet and will never dry out.

Saudades …

I was born by the sea. Maybe that is why, from time to time, I feel my body inundating with dark salt water. Every once in a while I can hear whirlwinds forming and little sailor men crying: “home! home! home!”. But all that’s left back “home” are puddles of a previous storm. I drink some tea, I lay down on my carpet, and I start to hum the songs my grandma used to sing. I do this until my sailors fall asleep. I give them little salt kisses and think about all those plans that I left behind. All those plans that got wet and will never dry out.