Treasure Island

Aldo Kraas

(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

IN MY MIND I AM GOING TO BRAZIL


In my mind I going to Brazil
But in reality I am not
In my mind I am going to Brazil
On an airplane that is leaving Pearson International Airport
And flying all the way to Brazil
But at the same time I am so relieved to leave the cold behind
And fill my body, mind, spirit, and soul with the warmth of Brazil
In my mind I am going to Brazil
But the airplane will land in Sao paulo Brazil early in the morning
And I won't have to wear winter clothes while I am in Sao paulo Brazil
In my mind I am going to Brazil
And there I will dine in the best restaurants in town
That will end my crave for a good steak

Submitted: Wednesday, February 09, 2011

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