Dancing in Brazil

I am satisfied
with my daily bread
a pinch of salt
a cup o’joe
a little touch of you at night.

A sweet dream while resting on sleep’s shoulder
drifting on sleep’s shore
a short doze, a light sleep
awakened by the keening of gulls
and the clanging of buoy bells.

Suddenly you and I
are dancing in Brazil
in the tavern by the sea
where Donga made the samba
dancing to the rhythms from Angola, from Luanda.

Apollo risng o’er Corcovado
you wave to me from a yellow shore; beckoning
like the banner of a free country
“Venha para mim!”
throwing a kiss across the water.

My shirt is wet;
which one of us was weeping?
Only the night shirt knows
for sure.



About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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3 Responses to Dancing in Brazil

  1. beetleypete says:

    Frank, have you ever seen this? I loved it. Cuba, not Brazil, but the same spirit you captured so well in your poem.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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    • toritto says:

      Hi Pete – will put it on my list of movies to watch! As an aside, we will have flights from Tampa to Havana beginning in the fall. This old man would love to go! 🙂


      • beetleypete says:

        Go for it, Frank. Before too long it will be all Starbucks and Subway, and all the charm will have been sucked out of it. I wish I had gone years ago, when I had both the money and opportunity. Now I have all the time, I don’t have the money.
        ‘Viva Fidel!’

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