As always with Dunyach the language is beautiful, the words are just right and the images superb. The endings are often open, defined enough not to be frustrating (nor to give the impression to the reader that the author didn't really know where he was going), sufficiently blurred to leave the reader with a good margin of interpretation and the possibility of finishing the story in his own way. We are left with an impression of sweet melancholy, smiles and tears. This is the feeling that Lusophones call "saudade" which comes over so well in their variety of music, and for which we have no exact word. Jean-Marc Laherrère, actu-du-noir.over-blog.com   So much more than a...