Sandy dreads, beach towels, & tangas on the brainNeo-nubian mulattos rocking bodies no swimsuit can contain
Everywhere hungry skins & curly hair
Hips to kill for drinking in solar glare
Barra is a mecca for beach bums, and the traffic shows:
Cigarette butts dot the water’s surface, and plastic refuse floats below:
I find a spot a few meters north, towards Farol:
Fewer people and less vendors, but still plenty of sol…
Boats silhouetted in the distance against outcroppings of black rock
Teenagers frolicking and laughing around lovers sharing lip locks
A few meters away, on a makeshift rock throne,
A woman in a string-bikini sits siren-like, framed by wet stones,
Dangling half her body as a sacrifice to the oncoming waves
Skimming through a novel, she turns slowly, page by page,
her legs are submerged over and over in the pounding surf…
I don’t think I’ve seen anything quite as sexy anywhere on earth…
2 comments:
Jesus, brother, you should quit your job and move to Salvador, be done with it. rapaz, sua manera de escrever me da muita saudade. what are we doing up here? what the hell am i dong here again? hmmm., i'm curious to see how your story unfolds.
wish so much i could be there with you. almost scary, to think from afar the trouble we would get into.
dude, let's save up some cash and buy a little house together we can turn into a pousado/hotel... just rent out two or three rooms, and do community development work and graphic design and web consultancy on the side... seriously, I need to spend some years out in Bahia, the music is too fucking good to ignore, it makes everything else sound flimsy... yeah, we'd get each other in trouble, but maybe we could keep each other out of it? but seriously, let's get the hell out of the cold and go where we belong...
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