It was the strangest night of my life

We began as 4 beans dipping

Toes in the sane

������� And eyesight in the starlight

���� Of the Brazilian ocean

����� Filled with tequila and dollhouse coffee

�� And slowly moved to a hidden

����������� Brothel of false love and rape

���� As silver boxer-briefs blinded my eyes

�� I made him take me home �

������� No sand in the streets of Rio.

����� And left him alone

������������ With perversion in his red love

����� We left to Japan with the

������������ Italian chef and

����� The Australian darling

������� To wander and stare

���� Through a plastic cup of sugar cane

�� We were told not to dance

����������� And instead drank beer

���� And spoke of color en espa�ol.

�We saw different colors �

������� (but I have come to realize

�we all do).

�� The tall one spoke to me in

� An American foreign tongue of football

And I left in search of smoke,

�(to fill the emptiness, I gather).

����� He followed me �

�� The one with the big eyes, heart,

���������������� And space in his teeth.

������� I said bona noite and

����������������� He kissed me

��������� Nao posso�

��������������������� Teach me,

����������������� I cannot

��������� (I really have nothing to teach)

�� I chose chapstick over lips

����� And was shunned by Brazil

And ran to a bus with

������ A beautiful man

Who told me I had a beautiful smile

������� And gave me life again.

We danced with a cult

���� At Caza de Matriz

�� In the 80�s as they

����� Closed their eyes drank and sang.

�The architect tried to kiss me,

����� Because I�m charming, she says.

����� Nao posso, ten yo un novio en la.

����� I liked, but it will always

�������������� Be a lie

���������������� I gather.

��� I made it home to nionese

Before the sunrise and slept

����������� Until beauty could awake me.