Anhangabau

It sounds crazy to me living in an apartment on the beach, 10 steps from the crystal blue water at Hawaii. But today I woke up at 3:00 am and started to imagine being in São Paulo riding a bus from my house to the Republica Square. And I could hear the faint sound of the stone wind chime of the sunday fare. I kept walking until I crossed Barão de Itapetininga street then I stopped at gallery street to drink a smoothie and to eat an x-salad sandwich. I continued walking to the Valley of Anhangabau bridge and stopped hight in the middle, and when I looked over the valley I saw myself dancing samba with a girl; she was a stranger I met at Jorge Ben Jor's shows in 1994.
After a little while I continued walking, but now I was faster. The normal pace of a busy paulista...