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I opened my little notebook and began to write, the way I always do sitting at the Leme rock, my open air office. I’ve written enough crap sitting there over the years to publish several books.

For some reason, I get my best inspiration sitting by the water, either there, or at one of my other offices at the other end of Copacabana by the old fort, or sometimes over by the big rock of Praia do Diabo, by Arpoador, in Ipanema. I’ve been writing in these places for years and I’ve always felt the presence of some effortless inspiring force there with the waves at my feet. I’ve been told it’s because I’m a Filho de Ogum Beira Mar, a son of Saint George who rides his white steed along the shore by the crashing waves.          

I’ve always felt safe and protected and inspired when sitting by those waves, so I go with it. But since I’ve been running hard and heavy with Narcisa, I mostly do my thing at Leme, since it’s my seaside office closest to home. I like to be able to just get up and go whenever she calls me. Seven minutes by motorcycle to home. Seven minutes to Narcisa.

Seven minutes to Narcisa.

Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2008.

NOTIFICAÇÃO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são inteiramente fictícios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos, foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As várias fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.