It is the personal testimony of José Cardoso Pires.
It was a book published after the writer had recovered partly from a stroke he suffered just before his death two years later. A warning suit: you must read this account with the full soul, as I like to say. Its crude language, surgical and almost devoid of feeling comes to cause a lot of discomfort in those who fear the proximity of death and its inevitable consequences that may be more painful or less painful and unpredictable as we know. José Cardoso Pires describes each of these stages of loss and recovery of his "I", empty, forgotten their inner wealth, even the smallest physical gesture, it needs to be relearned. It is a slow process that slowly, steadily, will rebuilding the old me, but second-hand, because never again be what it was before. Never forget, I think in an interview, Inês Pedrosa recalled a conversation he had with the writer in which he lamented his scant literary work and she replied that he wrote what needed to be written, I hope to be quoted it correctly and I remember this because "De profundis Slow Waltz" is exactly one such example, had to be perpetuated in words and so this is for posterity example of courage and humility at the same time before the inevitable passage of mortality. Good read.
