Rio de Janeiro

Oh Rio de Janeiro, I still can feel the soft white sands of Ipanema beach covering my feet.
The warm sunshine of your always sunny days that warm up my soul in the mornings and make me the happiest person in the world.

The breezes that come from your magnificent beaches cutting through the mountains and cooling my mind at the end of a busy day.

Oh Rio de Janeiro, with The Statue of Christ on the top of Corcovado mountain blessing you, Cidade Maravilhosa, oh Marvelous City.

Your honor and happy people, will never forget how blessed they are to be part of such a beautiful city.

Rio oh Rio.

- Leonardo Araujo

Homesick for the streets
filthy with litter
of people, overfilled so you must
look to put your next step down;
bare feet and galabiyas pinch
you into a spot fighter
than a net full of fish,
drivers bound out
of their cars
to battle in the streets
and cause a jam as mysterious
as the buildings of the pyramids.

Written by Pauline Kaldas (Egyptian/American writer)

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