Sublime

went in to see what was going on, and I found that it was the lamas who were the source of all the hilarity. I asked the translator, “What is happening with these monks?” He said, “The bubbling of the milk has made them so happy.” I was astonished.

Eu a ouço quando eu mesma rio, essa risada ao mesmo tempo zombeteira e triste, uma risada que começa como uma cascata de dentro para fora e de repente se corrige, se enrosca para dentro e acaba numa risadinha abafada.

He laughed willingly and pleasantly

Within minutes we’re on a back country road and our serious conversation turns to squeals of joy as the wise-beyond-his-years kid in the back seat tosses heads of fucking lettuce out the window and laughs hysterically.