I Miss Rio De Janeiro
I miss my Rio and own behalf
but it's not from any river,
but rather from the unusual bay,
How nostalgic I cry and laugh...
From the mountains monuments,
extraordinary division of the city,
between frights and sweet moments,
between beauty and necessity...
Naturally blissful, blessed,
by an exuberant geography
and a cultivated architecture,
In Rio, the carioca displays euphoria
of a contagious wealthy life,
sambando in wonderful choreography...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2023
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