Coffee and Showers
Garlic Tinted Tears and La Doce Vida God. What a day. It was almost surreal how amazing it was. And now I have coffee-God. What a day. I can´t even write about it-it was that good that any writing would only diminish it. But. For the sake of those in the know-Imagine. -the green you´ve seen in the films, imagine a dirt road-with a light blanket of heat- of sun over bare skin and the sound of the river and your feet over the drying earth-terra (que cheiro bom-terra) Imagine the perfect amount of lunch and cake-bolo- for dessert. Imagine a book so good you smile during your sleeping hours thinking of it-and a vista of green green green and then some. Imagine quiet after everyone has left-and a good good feeling of yourself that comes with quiet moments and unrecognized victories over indifference and illness. Imagine the thought of your handmade flute-flaota-and the sound of your lover´s guitar playing-the taste of farofa-(flour with oil and whatever you´d like in it-eggs, onions, banana...