hello stranger: rio de janeiro



You were walking towards me

With a big smile

You took my hand and said “hi”


That look on your face when I first saw you in that fashion show go-see, made my world run in slow motion for a moment.

And that same look on your face while you were standing still in the departue hall of Galeão Airport, put my life in a dizzying whirl.

I know it was really short, one week isn’t enough to say that it wasn’t just another runway fling.

But what we shared to each other in that crazy city, is something that will forever confuse me and alter my concept of dream and reality.



Airports usually make me feel excited. This time I am lost and I feel nothing but weakness and defeat.

The cold marble floor of the conducted an immense sadness and the soft christmas song touted an air of loneliness.

Feet rooted into the ground. Heart strongly tied that it hurts.

The pain I felt leaving you behind was insignificant as compared to the pain of fear, of hopelessness, of the bitter reality that I might not see you again.


The echoing memories of the fun and excitement while we’re dancing at the carnival turned into a mute and empty rhythms only a longing heart would hear.

Helpless, confused, crushed.

The self built barriers I surrounded myself with kept me warm and sturdy. But it made me immobile and restrained that only the streaming tears would tell the stories of the unheard plea.

I think I love you.



We stayed in contact after that show in Rio, but I was stupid and childish to let the feelings bloom and grow despite the uncertainty.

I don’t know when will I be seeing you again. Maybe not this year. Maybe not in this lifetime.

Never again…

Never again I will wrap your arms around me.

Never again you will play with my hands under the dinner table.

Never again I will feel those soft lips pressing against mine that spun me to perpetual vertigo.


You were walking away from me

With soaked eyes

You took my heart and said “good bye”

The Model



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1 Comment
  • brazil penthouses

    April 17, 2012 at 8:17 am

    I am a foreigner who lived in Rio de Janeiro for over one year and I can’t believe it is included in this list. Obviously, the writer has never been. To recognize Rio de Janeiro’s true beauty you must interact with its residents, its truly a wonderful place.Music is everywhere during Carnival, exploding from the roving bands of drums and trumpets, whizzing back and forth in the air like a 100 lb. hummingbird. The sounds are intoxicating. You will want to join in. Bring along a whistle, tambourine or shaking egg, anything to contribute your personal rhythm to this musical blowout. lat year i got an invitation from the school of samba. They said they wanted to make homage of my work,“I was thrilled, and I couldn’t believe it. Carnival in Brazil is the biggest cultural event in the country. There will be thousands of people dressed up. There will be huge floats. It’s hard to describe in words. I’m very appreciative. I’m very thankful.”

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