The song is inviting. Soft voice, blue sea of Búzios. "Vem ver o mar (Come see the sea)..."Here, in the cold, that blue sea, the tropical floral dresses, the sun, the tanned skins seem even more interesting. Sandals, open doors, floating curtains in the breeze. The soft sea breeze of the coastal towns in that country, reliving the sun burn at night. Smiles.Where, in this long, arid and disturbing way, I left my tropical soul? Where did I leave myself? When did I lose that? Desperately searching, but finding only other people's lost treasures. Time to go to bed, so I turn on the heater to feel the warmth I misplaced years before.What did I do of me?
