New worlds. He longed to journey to new worlds; to experience new cultures. Up until now his pleasures in this respect had been vicarious. But not through a real person that he had actually met or had any influence over. His pleasure in the exotic came through his love of Brazilian bossa nova, the travelogues of Michael Palin, the passion for Iberian languages and cultures. He has a room in his house that is full of books, each of which tell of lives he hasn't lived and events he hasn't witnessed. The music he carries with him sings of warm evenings, moças from Ipanema and of saudades over lost loves, they sing of passion - the passion of possession, the passion of loss; of ephemerality. He wants to jump on this ship to carry him to Alegria, which, as Vinicius - the poet and philosopher - tells us is a melhor coisa que existe. The new beat from the new world. Until he is ready to make his journey, he'll carry on dreaming. Dreaming and reading. Dreaming and listening. Saravá.