Update
I am in Chile for a couple of weeks, surrounded by cacti and stray dogs.
The other night I went for a stroll just after sundown and noticed two stray dogs frolicking amorously on the otherwise deserted beach, as the moon, just past full, hung low over the hills to the east.
No se puede vivir sin amar - I’ve been reading Under the Volcano.
Comments
Is that 'I don't understand life without love'? Or have I bogged that up entirely?
(The landscape you describe sounds like a sort of South American Ansell Adams study ..)
Of course - been a long time since I read any Spanish. Obviously.
And I shall do that thing - thanks.