A BREIF HISTORY OF SAIDA...
15 years old
fail 9th grade twice...
fail the third time because I WAS SENT TO BRASIL..
my father did not know what ekse to do with me, except let me experience real life...
it was 1994, year of the WORLD CUP..
final game.. ITALY vs. BRASIL..
Romario #11 my favorite player ever, and every Brasilian (and one american) girls dream
Copacabana where i would wake up 3 days a week to the most beautiful sky, and green lights.. to go work and clean peoples apartments
and where I would watch homeless and rich people, boys, girls, mothers and sons.. dance and play Capoeira on the streets.. some for money, others for sport and fun
one of the most wonderful things was riding the bus that would shake you, tip you and through you around driving mad into Rio for the common commuter like my self and my friend.. you could always see the Christ on top of the mountain. And sometimes only the feet because the cloud cover was so low...
and the one thing that I will never forget and where I learned the most respect for the culture that I was thrown into.. were the favelas
I saw a man die before my eyes, a horrible bloody death.. I will never forget what was burned into my head as a 15 year old eating away at life in Rio de Janeiro
...
And when the city shuts down to come ALIVE in the biggest festival in the world.. with so much skin you can taste it.. 3 days straight, dancing, love, sweat, drinking and celebration.. that my friends is CARNIVAL!!!
then when the police come to your door 6 MONTHS LATER... at 6am after a night of Samba,sweat, Lambada,beer and passionate kisses with boys.. its time to go back to the states.. AMERICANA NO VISA.. go home!
AND THIS MY FRIENDS could very possibly be why I live my life the way I do, or at least part of it...
DANCE
LOVE
LISTEN
FEEL
just LIVE.....
15 years old
fail 9th grade twice...
fail the third time because I WAS SENT TO BRASIL..
my father did not know what ekse to do with me, except let me experience real life...
it was 1994, year of the WORLD CUP..
final game.. ITALY vs. BRASIL..
Romario #11 my favorite player ever, and every Brasilian (and one american) girls dream
Copacabana where i would wake up 3 days a week to the most beautiful sky, and green lights.. to go work and clean peoples apartments
and where I would watch homeless and rich people, boys, girls, mothers and sons.. dance and play Capoeira on the streets.. some for money, others for sport and fun
one of the most wonderful things was riding the bus that would shake you, tip you and through you around driving mad into Rio for the common commuter like my self and my friend.. you could always see the Christ on top of the mountain. And sometimes only the feet because the cloud cover was so low...
and the one thing that I will never forget and where I learned the most respect for the culture that I was thrown into.. were the favelas
I saw a man die before my eyes, a horrible bloody death.. I will never forget what was burned into my head as a 15 year old eating away at life in Rio de Janeiro
...
And when the city shuts down to come ALIVE in the biggest festival in the world.. with so much skin you can taste it.. 3 days straight, dancing, love, sweat, drinking and celebration.. that my friends is CARNIVAL!!!
then when the police come to your door 6 MONTHS LATER... at 6am after a night of Samba,sweat, Lambada,beer and passionate kisses with boys.. its time to go back to the states.. AMERICANA NO VISA.. go home!
AND THIS MY FRIENDS could very possibly be why I live my life the way I do, or at least part of it...
DANCE
LOVE
LISTEN
FEEL
just LIVE.....
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p.s. how do you keep your lipstick looking so good?! if i talk too much, it dries up and looks old.... ugh....
its bullshit and im tired