Brasil, meuBrasil brasileiroBrazil, mybrasilian Brazil, as bossa nova says.There are so manybeauty and dangerWaves, the sea breath,the salt airTanned skins, all overthe place. Feet chilling with thehot sand.Thirsty? Coconut wateris around the cornerJust ask for Joao, hesthe man. More than just Carnavaland soccer.Brazil is the people,mulatas, indigenesIt is cultural,historical, beautiful.Yes, there are favelasand crime. But do not be afraid,we are family. Train your ears for theunique accents,Manners of pronouncingthe R will impress you.They are everywhere.No Spanish orBrazilian, Portuguese it is.Yes, we are Europeans. From Amazon, withparadisiac views,Protected forest, andpreserved nature.Passing throw MatoGrosso, Acre and BahiaSmells spicy, butsweet. Colors all around.Acarajemade by Maria Aparecida,How to find her?She wears a white dressevery day. Going to Sao Paulo andRio de JaneiroMuseums, the streets,the metros. Culture surrounding. Get the metro and seethe tourist spots, But you can go wherethe Brazilians go,Sunday pelada, asoccer game just for an excuse to make a barbecue.That is us, barbecueand beer, Frenchfries (batata frita) and orange juice (suco de laranja). Hungry? Feijoada is thesolution, Ze make the best one. Walking throw PaulistAvenue, inspires, I was inspiredrepeatedly,Where the samba lives.Copacabana in the NewYears Eve is priceless,But I never had beenthere, only heard about it. Stopping on the south.European style. My style.German houses, friendlypeopleWhere I was born andraised. Innocent place, buthard working.Rice and beans aresacredIf I miss it? I missthe fair on Sundays, Pineapples, peopletalking about the politics. My colorful country,Full of joy and peace.The different colors,nationalitiesThat is what makesBrazil such a fabulous placeSummer all year,happiness for life. It is located on the very south of Brazil, theplace that makes the clock stops. Nothing else matters, it is beautiful whenrains or when a rainbow appears. The smell of the salt is strong andimpregnate. The sound of the waves makes you want to close your eyes and enjoythe peace. The innocence of the music that the ocean plays is captivating. Myfamilys house is right in front of Iemanjasstatue (Queen of the sea); in fact, if anyone pays attention, they will hearthe sea breathing, and then it creates a hypnotic effect. While the sea iscalm, the power and beauty of the infinite blue horizon makes anyonebreathless. Surfers can have a close look of Iemanjas sons and daughters, bepart of their habitat for a tide or two. Alternatively, just seat on the fluffysand carpet is an option. Sometimes a fishermans boat crosses the view and themanner that it flows enchants, so soft and patient. Anyone can visit this place,it just has to pass for fifty speed bumps and there it is, but the effort isworthy. The satisfaction and happiness when the salt air enters the car windowsis amazing. No more worries about anything, just about which sarong will beused. Grajau can be felt even when it is fare, just concentrate and feel thewind bringing grains of sand, the smell, the sound. Um dia, uma semana, um mes com coisas que se acumulam e nao consigo resolver. O que mais me acalma e espairecer a cabeca e escrever sobre, isso que aconteceu.Nunca entendi a fascinacao por uma rua, uma cidade, um museu, uma construcao. E so um