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,