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19 November 2005 @ 02:21
my mood

An entry, nearly a month old, written on a drill weekend when I couldn't sleep.

15 October 2005

Horses that roam freely and unafraid. Of dogs that lazily guard their posts. Cats that grace us with their rare presence in the most unexpected of places. Hummingbirds that flit from tree to tree in the middle of winter.

Friends that start chattering away in English. Family that gives me two kisses instead of one. Familiar faces that smile and say "oi", knowing that I can't understand. Ghosts of Andr�'s past that don't even look me in the eye. Curious strangers that take a second look.

The moreno Paulista trapped in this tiny city in Minas, and the American giant that's thrilled to be there -- walking hand-in-hand down the street, smiling and saying things no one can understand.

Churros. Ma�as do amor. Brazilian jawbreakers. Chocolate covered strawberries. Creme de leite. Pineapple juice, and pineapple ice cream. Chokito. Pieces of love. Rice and beans. American and Brazilian pancakes. Strange, but fresh, fruits. Peanut butter cookies. Habib's and Arabic food. Noodles with eggs. Rodizo. Meatloaf. Sausage. Minas cheese.

Yeah, I miss him. And his world.

Boa noite, world.

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