The Girl from Ipanema II

Sitting in my room overlooking Copacabana Beach,

My chair stiffens my back, words flow from my pen

Like the rain pounding against the black and white tiles,

On my veranda, each square marked by past visitors.

I listen intently to the track

The Girl from Ipanema,

The 100th time but it feels different.

Reflections on my day at the very center of Ipanema Beach

Suddenly appear on the backs of my eyelids,

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