Julião Sarmento’s Café Bissau
“Of unpaid ills and the blueish glue of a child’s discarded gum ironically stretched between the hairy toes of an accidentally sandalled foot on a blistering hot and abusive Portuguese summer day” Of electric ecstasy and tiger milk. Of unpaid ills and the blueish glue of a child’s discarded gum ironically stretched between […]
