Eduardo R. De Siqueira
The boy in Urca
feels kinda at home with the sounds
of the Praia Vermelha or the Baía de
Guanabara in their singular notes
walks past the Cassino da Urca
thinking love is sometimes a game
we play deluged by a big wave
wakes up with the Corcovado on the sheets
goes to sleep in the open arms of the Cristo
these monumental pieces of nature and men
the boy sits on the mureta da Urca
feels the breeze as if it is a charm
the accent as magic and a pretty song
to the boys drinking a cerveja
estupidamente gelada & falling
Eduardo R. De Siqueira reads “The boy in Urca”
Eduardo R. De Siqueira