Tuesday, June 17, 2008
It's '64, I'm 35, The Sun's 85
What can be said about Brazil that isn't encapsulated by fine beach, samba, and Jobim?
One of my incarnations will be as the tall and tan me in a white tropical linen jacket, light-weight trousers, a plastic card with no credit limit, a small cigar, and rhythmic verve to my walk. Am I Orfeo? Vadinho? Or simply a well-tailored Fernando Lamas?
Where's the casino, namorada?