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Camille Urso
damp papaya leaves rich smoke from thick Cuban cigars
mango seeds
colorful favelas kiss the feet of Sugarloaf Mountain azure waters rise and plummet against the shores of Ipanema
Copacabana lined in mosaic
Quarteto Jobim Morelenbaum plays in my ear instructing me on how to proclaim my love
to the gostosao who sleeps under the sun
but I’ll never quite reach him because I buried myself deep
in the red sands of Praia Vermelha
to avoid hearing more white men write love songs
about cities and homes that were never theirs
R I O
damp papaya leaves rich smoke from thick Cuban cigars
mango seeds
colorful favelas kiss the feet of Sugarloaf Mountain azure waters rise and plummet against the shores of Ipanema
Copacabana lined in mosaic
Quarteto Jobim Morelenbaum plays in my ear instructing me on how to proclaim my love
to the gostosao who sleeps under the sun
but I’ll never quite reach him because I buried myself deep
in the red sands of Praia Vermelha
to avoid hearing more white men write love songs
about cities and homes that were never theirs
