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Maia's Into The Moonlight: June 2009
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FIGS, the sweet taste of summer. It is easy to think of figs as backup singers instead of summer’s superstars. Competing with cherries, plums, peaches, melons, strawberries, figs usually go forgotten. Yet who can deny the pleasure of eating a fig on the point of bursting? Lush mouthfuls of perfumed and unquestionably sensual soft pink flesh? I start my days with a walk with the dog. We always go to the park next to the house, a huge green area in the heart of Madrid. According to the law, dogs don’...
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Maia's Into The Moonlight
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THE PARTY NEVER STOPPED IN THE ALENTEJO. It took us 4 days to reluctantly depart from Nuno’s place in northern Alentejo. For privacy reasons, I did not photograph any of the people invited – except for a fleeting image of Jeanne – or his house. But I had free reign to photograph any detail. The days were a constant swirl of activity. Nuno pulled out all the stops. The food was earthy, country elegant and wonderful. September is. Luisa, the pretty maid, seeing us go on another outing. Fresh Alentejo tomat...
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Maia's Into The Moonlight: August 2009
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LAST SUMMER DINNER AND A CONVERSATION IN. With dusk creeping a little nearer every day and August coming to an end, we gave a last dinner party before closing up the house and heading back to Madrid. We invited six friends, who met each other for the first time. Sofia and Duarte, architects in Maputo, on holiday around Europe. Jeanne, a “musicienne” from Paris, here on holiday. Patricia, an Argentine yoga and meditation teacher recently moved to Portugal. Us, Celeste and Bob. S- And with Fox News and oth...
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Maia's Into The Moonlight: July 2009
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Yesterday afternoon I was having a lemonade at a café in Sintra in a square filled with bougainvillea and wisteria. Sintra is an enchanting UNESCO World Heritage Site about 15 kilometers away. Leafing through a free newspaper from the table next to me, I came upon an unusual article which I loosely translate here:. 8220;The Sintra-Amadora Hospital reported that the patient’s condition was stable, that she is now out of the Intensive Care Unit, resting in a private room and receiving no visitors. As best ...
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Maia's Into The Moonlight
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LAST SUMMER DINNER AND A CONVERSATION IN. With dusk creeping a little nearer every day and August coming to an end, we gave a last dinner party before closing up the house and heading back to Madrid. We invited six friends, who met each other for the first time. Sofia and Duarte, architects in Maputo, on holiday around Europe. Jeanne, a “musicienne” from Paris, here on holiday. Patricia, an Argentine yoga and meditation teacher recently moved to Portugal. Us, Celeste and Bob. S- And with Fox News and oth...
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Maia's Into The Moonlight
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8220;Late in her life, when we fell in love. I’d take her out from the nursing home. For a chaser and two bourbons. She’d crack. A joke sharp as a tin lid. Hot from the teeth of the can-opener,. And cackle her crack-corn laugh…”. Poem by Sharon Olds,. After the Rape in Our Building. 8220;The day after we heard about it,. We made love, in the morning, he entered me. And I thought,. It’s not so bad. I could hardly feel anything,. Just something hard going in and out of me. Somewhere far away down my body.