A Memory of Saudade

A Memory of Saudade   Early June, the streets of Seville are vacant in the choking heat. Sitting outside a bar, I watch the waiter stack chairs and tables. A sign, reading cheap montaditos, stands curbside like a tired pedestrian, Advertising little reprieve for the dreams we always mistreat.   During siesta, summer sneaks in … Continue reading A Memory of Saudade