Brazil telepoem

A dream of new colours, white as a trademark. Listening to a new ad liB,
I stroll the city of Bahia as if I was a con artist - Ostap BendeR,
But white cannot be squeaky clean without a thin dark line. La lunA
Sends its light across the universe - and the warmth of the ongoing buzZ
Is like a separate corner of a Solar system. The mandolin of CorellI
Plays long-awaited songs of saudade and paix;o. Night is stilL.

© Maryna Tchianova

*A telepoem in English devoted to Brazil.

Here 'saudade' means 'sadness, longing', and 'paix;o' means 'passion'.


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