I swing so cool and sway so gentle on my daily walk to the corner store. Exhaust mixed with salty air. Paradise next to pavement. Pick up a bottle of coke, some oranges and head to the sand. Tans darkening next to aqua water, red umbrellas for miles. A kid bikes by with a boombox strapped to his handles, leaving the lingering scent of a beat. This is summer in Rio. How can I tell you I love you, Brazil?