In a smokey jazz cafe in Rio
we sat in blowing smoke rings and sipping
margaritas while the bossa nova gently
soothed the souls of those who had come in
for a late night refuge from the steamy heat.
As the music played the locals took to the
dance floor their bodies swaying sensually
to the rhythm. The air was thick with the
scent of rum, tobacco and the perfumed sweat
of the beautiful women whose skin glistened
softly under the moonlight...their brightly
colored dresses and flowers in their hair
gave them the appearance of spirits over the
sea...like angels welcoming one to the gates
of Heaven.
It was a time to remember forever as my
Brazillian love affair.
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