This book is about the adventures a jazz musian had through his life. All his loves and troubles, sometimes fun, other touching. He is dying and want to remember the good days one more time, remeber how was to travel without a coin on his pocket, the sensation of freedom.
Quotes:
"I’ve been on the road for a long time, going up and down the track, under heat and cold, with a lot of money or without a penny. Living this way is not an easy thing to do, but was the choice I made a long time ago, when I didn’t even knew I’d like to be a singer. As a child I wanted to be a truck driver like my father, didn’t want to drive little trucks, but the huge ones, like metal monsters over wheels. My town was a small town in the middle of dust and sand, my house was poor, my family was poor, so I was a tiny poor kid without money to buy me shoes, on the other hand I had a Radio, listen to it was my way to escape from the hungry, from the loneliness and where I first heard the Jazz."
"She’s gone away, but her face kept on my mind, burned inside my retina, stuck in my pupils, couldn’t find a reasonable explanation for that, if only she was incredibly beautiful, but didn’t. You can say that she remembered me of Louisse, though she didn’t have blue eyes. I even forgot to ask what her name was. Maybe was Louisse too, maybe all the women I’ll meet for the rest of my life will be named Louisse and in the end, moments before my death, I’ll realize that all this time I’ve been collecting fragments in an attempt to mount a new Louisse, one that could forgive me for leaving her behind and will be always by my side. The problem is that the new Louisse won’t be never equal to the real Louisse, it will be forever missing a part, a fraction of perfection, a little detail impossible to recreate, a gaze, a way she pulled her fringe of the front of her blue eyes, an affectionate backslap she used to give me after I tell a bad joke.
