The Brazilian.
Dedicated to an amazing lady from São Paulo
By Konstantinos AndrikopoulosPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Anderson Santos on Unsplash
A name I can barely pronounce
with a charm, dark
like the moon on a south atlantic beach
submerges and drowns.
Her hand in mine
a twirl of the loom of the world
secrets of amazon untold
an attraction so hard to submit and define
In her turn, she mispronounced my name
"Constant-chino" she told me
and she went on to hold me
as I captured her light in a frame.
She is a sound of a wave
like Astrud Gilberto would sing
life is entangled with dream
of a rhythmical, elegant sway.
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Konstantinos Andrikopoulos
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