Blonde beaches colored by green illusions, staring at the mountains of amethysts stones ready for romance wrapped in the off-white sands,sometimes wet by metal blue of the sea.

Skipping moments of the day, the sunset is there announcing the night , warm, sensual , mysterious... scenary of passions, in the midst of still times, between kisses of red mouths ...soft as velvet !

The truth shakes our imagination, with colorful foliage and fruit in abundance , it is paradise, it is the Brazilian Renaissance ...!

Silhouettes of humans as shadows walking the City, as it sleeps, breeding silence covered in dreams, strolling toward the lights reflected in puddles of fresh water, lagoons of eyes popping out in the grey ground, inquisitively watching the morning come to light , as a promenade of blues, and greys, and yellows, painted by reds, whites and blacks, in preparation for the big party .

Golden rays of sun covering the lakes and shining on the green forest , in partnership with Christ the Redeemer from the top sanctifying the views and domains, as the star of open arms and of naked people , the cariocas , the fish of a January River ( Rio de Janeiro) smashing the pain with their colorful bodies , singing a thousand notes of Sambas , dancing the beats of Carnival as happy souls without layers , flagged in pure crystals of multiple tones forgiving the time as if forgotten for ever.

This is the voluptuous environment that absorbs the smell in the air, mixing the breeze from the ocean with the Palms and the fantasies , in concert with this utopia , circled like a Snail for a Brazil more Brazil ... justBrazil ... !

by José Gherardi
May 2006