Arraial do Cabo

The streets of Arraial are beautiful...

O, Crystaline waters!! Thy voice surrounds my ears at night;

I feel the heat of the sun burning my back at an afternoon sunset.

You will always be my dream, O Rio!

The city appears in shadows after the people and the girls in bikinis look surreal;

After the brim skies touch the sand and I sit gazing at the hills.

There’s something beautiful and something ugly, thy scent plums my nose, and then cleans it, as I wake at 6 am feeling cold and tired.

It starts not longer after breakfast, as the boats and the ships navigate by, taking people around and along the main beaches.

And a cold breeze and a warming beer sweating in my hand; and the black skin; and the earth before my feet; and the endless horizon, and the women who crawl in the sand; and the children who play, swiimming on the shore not far from their parents, scaredely of drowning and the sharks that don’t exist so close to the border.

I think: might I drown beneath its beauty, might I suffocate while asleep in my chair, might I live whilst this dream is still happening, might a bus stop my happiness and hit me?

Doesn’t matter, for life happens now, while the men and the women fall, and I stay warmful in bed looking from top floor as the sun makes the bodies shine below its rays of yellow light;

And so, am I complete? Am I entirely here? Perhaps, though my heart sheers and lives in this poem.