I became acquainted with “Seu” Fernando in June 2008, in Ilha do Ferro, Alagoas backclands, when he was, as he then said: “79 years and seven months”.
He died some months after. Very agile and good-humored, he answered jokingly when I asked his name: “I walk about this way: Rodrigues dos Santos.” (This is a pun on his first name Fern-ando.) Besides being a sculptor, he was also a storyteller and poet.
His writings on his chairs, verses on love and descriptions of facts happened on his Island, acquired a dimension of fantastic realism. We echo the deserved homage he has been receiving.
Edna Matosinho de Pontes