It’s not enough to say it; you would need to take it out of your mouth, you would need to become it. You would need to become what you were born to be.

Live a life worth reading about. Then write it.

Always being myself and my salve, which is life. I’m not lonely, if that’s what it seems like. Always writing things down.

Tangerine tango was still in. Cardigans without buttons were in. Bahia bands were in. Senhor do Bonfim. Make a wish? But hardly anyone considered the most radical move: be yourself. Beauty is always a revolutionary act.

Adiós. A Dios. To God. From God. De Dios. Dedos. My fingers waving. Good-bye.