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Being on the top of a 15th floor hotel in Rio for New Year, around the
pool, dressed in white like millions of Cariocas downstairs on Copacabana
beach and watch the fireworks on the most beautiful bay of the world.
Being dowstairs on Ipanema beach
drinking coconut milk
discovering the gay body-builders
and the famous tiny Brazilian flags bikinis .
More gays. Less silicon tits.
Being in a warehouse like 10 years ago, lost on the port, filled with
3000
crazy ravers who won’t let me join them on the dancefloor without
body guards. More scared.
Being in a helicopter, so close to the Corcovado christ
protecting the city that I nearly could touch him. More faith.
Being in some 6000 people south uggly fake Ibiza night club, with my face
on some 10m2 boards on the highway. More body guards.
Being in Sao Paulo ,
from the lovely Lov.E club to the ultra gay ultra-lounge club, drinking
strange champagne while he says if I am Madame Hollywood, he’s Madame
Sao Paulo .
Maybe more gay-body guards.
Being down the street, passing kids sleeping on the floor, doors of the
car locked. More conscience.
Being in Chile for 3 days in Valparaiso for a Micro-Mutek festival on
the sea, 2000 people under the stars,
my Berlin winter coat on. More stars.
Being in a plane back to Rio, 2h30 non-stop heavy turbulences, sick after
some unfriendly chilian sea-food. More Coca-Cola.
Being in a paradise beach, diving with turtles, meditating about what
I have in front of me, right now, at this moment. More coconut milk.
Being back in Rio freeking out with an ambiguous top model and a certain
Gigolo Hell
in full effect for the fashion week. More flashes.
Being trapped in the world 3rd biggest city’s traffic jam on Friday
afternoon under the rain nearly missing my flight back to Europe.
More helicopter trips.
Being upgraded for free in business class ! More champagne !
Being back in my flat telling to myself « Waouh, such a cool place
I live in, is it really mine??? » More pics from Brasil.
Being right here right now, in front of my computer wondering how am I
gonna express with words the pics in my mind. More silence. 
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