kéfir, Kusturica, ceilidh.

10th AUGUST

he says its fine but he s no Zé do Povinho.
I look at megaliths. Circuit da Cola?
Mon Fiston – my son – bandes desinées – now I cant think in Portuguese or Spanish, only French –  Nadja – the smell of fresh basil – flat peaches, Mouldy Peaches –
Joao cant travel south, tant pis –
cucumber and yoghurt salad, kéfir, curry couscous –
Tuvalu the movie (1999) – buy a hard drive, download movie – or vice versa – Kusturica – Lars von Trier – Taxidermia – ne nous deliverons pas du mal – Sandwich Islands, lost in the Pacific – the legality of bestiality – Rino Gaetano – Katmandhu – indigenous love – Hitler in Hollywood – Tiga Dotu – with the head of a tiger, body of a flea and tail of an armadillo – cool zoological mishmashes – a book of many parts (3) – a camel with the head of a chicken – toucan – 

11th AUGUST

last night, my god – a great day by the river, in the shade – lots of people, not like usual, due to 5 or 6 vans camping nearby – they should really take care of their shit better, its everywhere – watersnakes – Adip the dog watching the little fishies obsessively – Adip Ertni, or Intrepida – canyoneering – dragonflies – i almost sulked when leaving – the girl alone by the waters edge – then a drive through Odemira, behind the GNR (police), until Vale Ferro, where we find the restaurant somehow and are fed well, even if the beer takes ages to arrive – Paulo knows France and Ireland, probably intimately – the MacMahons, a big Dublin family, sure – he goes off to get his viola and the ginger kitten settles into my lap – the soup is doubtfully vegetarian but anyway – the guitar returns but he sits there waiting for inspiration – i go over and join him and we get the ceilidh going – but i cant play any trad on the guitar – still i sing and play too much blues – the requests are for uptempo – the place gets busy – and Paulos song about Medronho con Limao I liked the best – its like Caterines song about the life of chicken no.786 and how he ate it –
This morning, more comics – Orchidea, Sammy: le gorille a huit pats
we re going to the garden to collect fruits – keys from sardine tins – i wear stripey knee socks all the time, I tell Charlotte, ah bon, just not in the summer – a bloody girl with a knife behind her back – camobra – lights, camera, fire – the stone circle near Evora, wantogo –