Kisses From Your Brazilian Lover - Rio, Summer 2008 Poem by Felipe Gastão

Remember the applauses to the sunset in the arpoador rocks? It was there that I saw you for the first time. You were enchanted with my Latin spontaneity, my simple sensuality, and I, with your silly, naive, and respectful way, typical of the Saxons. Following praisewothy to God those torrid days in which the sun burned in embellishing us with that tan iamb in me, and gold on you. I hope you remember the warm nights, where the sea ran its moist breath, arousing our lust. When we felt we would´t resist, we used to pay the bill at once, and go to our hotel room to make love. I hope you remember that fan to run grasping in vain refreshing our bodies exhausted and swet. Under the blessing of Christ the Redeemer of all other Brazilian profane deities, we walked by the most diverse places, you always amazed by the noise, the cheerful and festive mess of Rio. Yes, at least for us, there was no sin below the equator. You got enthralled by the cordial and loving manners of Brazilians.You said that here there is a gentle slavery, servants serve theirs mistresses with a sincere smile. They become confident friends. The servents get impressed by the subtle torments of the rich, they find curious the amount of barbiturates they take, never understanding what are them for. 'It serves to let me happier, communicative, creative, animated' explain the mistresses. They smile graciously and get facinated by the existence of such unimaginable medicines. In turn, mistresses get moved about the woes of concrete miserables. They help them more than the government, pay surgeries, give houses, clothes, education. Lords and servents in Brazil develop very friendly relationship, they find one another very interesting. Brazilians do not spare praises, they do not spare vocatives such as 'Baby, ' 'My angel, ' 'My passion', 'beautiful'. Having always considered Brazil a cruel country, your foreigner look, made me understand why there has never been bloody revolutions here, and that, indeed God is Brazilian