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It is a hot day, the specifics I don't know, never having mastered the metric conversion. The heat makes everyone crazy dumb. It is only after the sun goes down that some will attempt to recreate the day's madness with drinks and different positions.
Christina does not cover up as she hangs some towels to dry. Leaning forward, the geraniums bow their heads at the touch of her skin.
I steal a glance, imagining the taste of salt and flowers on my tongue. Despite the heat there is a breeze in the courtyard, caused perhaps by the tiny space between each building, a closeness which makes the sidewalk gasp for air. The green of the trees rustle.
It is like a secret, the sound of a quickly running tap or the metro as it glides to a stop.
Out front, everything remains still. I whistle some Django so she will know that I have gone and she can cover up.
I love jazz because I enjoy the freedom.
I was first exposed to jazz when I was 17.
I met Cedar Walton at a concert in San Paulo.
The best show I ever attended was Helio Jambao trio.
The first jazz record I bought was Witchcraft by George Benson.
My advice to new listeners is listen to the old school first.