Fado Alexandrino (Antunes, Antonio Lobo)

About this book

AMID his colleagues, dragging his bag, he went out of the faded barracks building and immediately made out on the other side of the grating, on the sidewalk, a kind of sea monster of faces, bodies, and hands that was quivering, waiting for them in the ashen noontime of Encarnacao where traffic lights floated randomly, hanging from the mist like fruits of light.