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I type this as my fingers are nice and icey since the house-heater broke down and we won't have a guy from sears come in to see it till Monday.
How is that Brasillian summer?
I've heard so many songs about it that I can't help but romanticize it. Perfect white sands, sprawling metropolis, young-spirited people by the millions...
How is the Cristo?
that icon of faith turned symbol of nationality. Whose arms spread to embrace the horizon and all the people it contains. To welcome the weary and give them rest saying, "You can belong here. You too, can be one of us..."
Like the rain running from the mountains and back to the sea, like the tree that turns to mulch and then tree again, like an exasperated musician that runs out of notes and returns to the base "do"
"How is Rio?"