I woke up in Tadoussac.
It wasn't a dream.. Despite many throughout the night.
On the path between the living room and the kitchen, ask me what I thought of the bed.
I wanted to use adjectives in Portuguese to tell you how I was happy, but I didn't want to look like a child.
I felt like a child.
When you wake up, for more polyglot who believes be adjectives in other languages still sleep somewhere in your head.
In front of me, a river beach.
Here, the word "beach" wins new senses.
And that's fine.
I went for a walk in the sand.
I realized that every 8 seconds, the bones began to ache.
Needed to take your feet out of the water.
And then come back.
I went back to what I call "home".
Lemon with hot water.
A strong coffee.
Bread and butter. Or warmed it up.
Chose the best view of the "beach".
A rocking chair, two pillows on my legs and my laptop.
Time to start the translation.
… and from time to time look out the window.
Looks like surrealism, but, here, a whale may cross your path as you type.