•Simply said

•Simply said
I wished i were dead
After three years of hiking
Where nothing was said
Different voices and different tongues
Strolling avenidas
Climbing the villas
Parking my carcass
In my hammock on vistas
Waking up on the streets
Sleeping on beaches
Not waking up as dead
As the lone mosquito on my foot
Dengue for breakfast
it's just not for me
I climb down from the flamenco view
I stare at the citadel sky
The morning blushes to see me
And Venus quietly leaves the room
My head banging cachasa rythyms
And black beer anecdotes
And detangle my web catcher
From the cut tail of a caught kite
A paper-cut tounge now ever silent

Hannibal Brought the Cannibals

hannibal bought the cannibals





It is easier to live off the efforts of others
but harder to be content with yourself
Mr Riviera, with your many hands
can you not feel the beating heart of Brasil?
do you only have ears for your big bellied family?
Do you not hear the rumblings in the stomach of your country?
The blood is hot but the water is not
Tainua over Tourism
The hungry cannot surf
The Brasilleros and Brasilleras are not your surfs
Their tridents are sharper than your slippery glib tongue
their nets are strong and cast
time to pull them in and fillet
that juicy morsel behind your lips
you see, we could live off the pieces of you