Tagged: brazilian

when you put on Rosa

when you put on Rosa
Passos
, our clothes
are promptly in
a pile on the
floor, ready to be
separated –
forfeited or
scored, dark
versus light.
there was a time
when you could
not live without
this,
music to do
laundry to
.
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how do i say this –

how do i say this –
these opening chords have
shipwrecked my first
city refuge, the entire
studio rests teeter-
tottering between
april and may,
suspended
in the glow
of a single bulb
and you, playing
Durango Kid
on my speakers,
hardwood floors
chasing those
arpeggios, letting
the tea boil over –
everywhere i am,
these waves push
me back
.
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you are teaching me

you are teaching me
to wrap my
listening around
Toninho Horta’s broken
voice
, a funny
valentine of sorts –
no agenda, no other
consideration, but
a weakness for
amar como te amo
.
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the blurred edges

the blurred edges
of Brazil
dances
like a mirage
bending between
Midtown’s scorching
towers. leading
the drummers
in the line-up,
beaded baianas
put their hips
and shoulders
into the Lavagem
da 46 Rua

.
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