Blues for an Old Whore
The wandering and rebellious vocation, the journey watched over by irony, a sly scepticism, make up the ground that the boots of Jorge Fallorca (bought at the Castro Verde fair) tread with the confidence of one who has long walked, stumbled and gotten back up with tenacity, and (hardly) stops, to write down some blues. In this Blues for an Old Whore, the paths cross around Mortágua, where the author is from.
in OL, 4 June 2010