November 11, 2010

It’s 3:15 a.m.
If this isn’t love,
then it’s a girl

with big eyes
and soft curves
who samba’d like a wave
parallel my rocky shore.

Despite the wiser
by eight shiftless years
I was too stammered
to broadcast with a kiss

that before the pop rock:
all was anticipation;

after the samba;
everything her eyes.

LOCATION: Florian├│polis, Brazil – Just returned home from UFSC party with Igor, Gabi, Gonzalo, and Leonardo. Stela met us there and we danced after a couple beers.

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