He smiled, pushing the paper toward her. "I’m making a list. Geraldo Azevedo: as melhores. For my funeral."
He picked up a guitar-shaped pen and added one more line at the bottom of the page: geraldo azevedo as melhores
He kept writing. — because of his daughter’s birth. "Frevo Mulher" — because of the woman who left him and taught him that longing was a form of beauty. "Tá Combinado" — for the friends who died too young. He smiled, pushing the paper toward her