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Jake Palacio  Feb 2013
Rio Is...
Jake Palacio Feb 2013
The dark circles under my eyes tell the story of Rio.
As do the blood-shot beauties themselves.
My sunburned chees and bug-bitten legs, both tell the story of Rio.
That pain in my stomach that’s equal parts hunger and hangover,
The combined smells of cheap liquor, sunscreen, and DEET,
The film in my camera, and the samba in my head, all tell the story of Rio.
Rio is trying new things, meeting new people,
Losing them to the city, and then losing yourself.
The ******* cab drivers and broken-English streetwalkers all are parts of Rio.
Rio is sleeping pills, energy drinks, and getting home at sunrise.
Rio is the place that the big man Himself watches over.
Someone needs to, because Rio is a game,
And Rio always wins.
judy smith Aug 2016
When designer and model Mari Giudicelli stepped foot inside the Rio Market in Astoria, Queens, she was like a kid in a candy store. “I looove it!” she exclaimed at the sight of a jar of goiabada—a guava paste you can eat with cheese. Her eye catches something else on the shelf: “These are delicious! Everybody had these bite-size cake desserts made with condensed milk and chocolate powder (called brigadeiros) at their birthday parties when we were little. They’re a staple, like hot dogs are here in the U.S.”

With the Olympic Games in their second week, the Rio-born beauty was on a quest to find little pieces of home in sprawling New York. Guidicelli has lived here for six years, leaving her hometown in Brazil to attend Parsons School of Design and later FIT in hopes of becoming a fashion designer. Now she has her own shoe label that is on the up-and-up, comprised of incredibly chic, Brazilian-made loafers, slides, and mules in leather and exotic skins. And while her business and modeling gigs presently have her travel schedule at an all-time high, she relishes the moments she can go home to the Botanical Gardens neighborhood where she grew up to see family and friends about once a year.

Currently, Giudicelli is living and working in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and missing that trip back to her grandmother’s house for moqueca (fish stew) and beach visits highlighted by acai bowls and sugarcane juice drinks. “When I was in Rio, I used to go to the beach on my lunch break,” she explains. “It’s much chiller there; I had time to really hang out during the day, but when I moved to New York, I quickly realized that I needed to get moving or I’d get left behind.” One day recently, though, Giudicelli did slow down to enjoy a day in New York inspired by Rio. She visited the market in Astoria, and said hello to a good friend, also Brazilian, who started a sweet shop on Porter Avenue in Brooklyn called My Sweet Brigadeiro. Guidicelli hung out at Beco restaurant, dining on traditional post-beach snacks like chicken croquettes and grilled sausage with onions, and had a beer. To end her Rio tour of NYC, she stopped by Miss Favela in Williamsburg to have feijoada, of which she says, “Whenever I crave it, I go to Miss Favela to get it.”

While sipping a caipirinha at the bar at Miss Favela she noticed the Olympics on the TV. She’s proud of her country for hosting the games this year. “I have some friends back home who are stubborn about Rio hosting and they think it’s bad for the country, but overall, a lot of the locals are enjoying it and partying in celebration,” she explains. “It’s not putting Rio on the map, because Rio already was on the map, but overall, I think it’s a positive thing. I think it’s really awesome.” For Giudicelli, home is where the heart—and really great food—is.

Above, Giudicelli finds a taste of Rio in the streets of New York.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/****-formal-dresses
Victor Marques  Jun 2012
Rio Tua
Victor Marques Jun 2012
Rio Tua


Olho o rio que corre suavemente,
Nobre povo, paisagem estonteante,
Castanheiro terra singular,
Janela aberta para te comtemplar.

As montanhas descem para ti rio tua,
Imagem linda sem igual,
Pareces não ser rio, ser o mais lindo postal,
Rio maltratado pelas gentes de Portugal.

Quando me levanto te olho com amor,
Encontro Deus nosso Senhor.
Os melros e pintassilgos entoam afinadas melodias,
E tu rio Tua te abandonas junto às penedias.

Grande Abraço.
Victor Marques
aldo kraas Sep 2023
The poverty is going out of control
Blame it on Rio
And the rich is getting richer everyday
Blame it on Rio
The drug dealers make money selling drugs to people
And that is a disgrace to Rio
Blame it on Rio
The corruption is what makes people rich in Rio
Blame it on Rio
The poor doesn't have any rights
Blame it on Rio
The poor can't afford to go to school
aldo kraas Sep 2023
The poverty is going out of control
Blame it on Rio
And the rich is getting richer everyday
Blame it on Rio
The drug dealers make money selling drugs to people
And that is a disgrace to Rio
Blame it on Rio
The corruption is what makes people rich in Rio
Blame it on Rio
The poor doesn't have any rights
Blame it on Rio
The poor can't afford to go to school
Blame it on Rio
Rio Grande do Norte
Where the sun shines
Brighter than the rest
And the beaches
Stretch for miles on end

And it's a beautiful sight
To be in magical
Rio Grande do Norte tonight

And the palm trees sway
So gently in the morning breeze
And the waves crash
An the sea shore and
I'm in sunny
Rio Grande do Norte
And I couldn't ask for more

And the people are
Proud and loyal and
Their history is so great
And it's the place to be
And my memories of
Rio Grande do Norte
Will never fade away

And Rio Grande do Norte
Is Paradise and the
Food tastes so great
And the beer is tasty
And sweet and in my
Heart Rio Grande do Norte
Will stay the cherished memories
Will never fade away and
The land of pure beauty
And magical bliss
Rio Grande do Norte is
Where the spirit of Brazil
Lingers and will forever stay.
Brazil
Victor Marques Apr 2012
Existe diferença entre o rio e o aquário

Aprecio quadros belos sem igual,
A beleza e o ser natural,
Gosto da aventura, do imaginário,
Do rio e do aquário…

A alegria de ter saudades,
O meu rio de liberdades.
Ser poeta por vezes fingidor,
Aquário do amor.

Tristezas e alegrias, brincadeiras,
Nuvens esbranquiçadas, passageiras,
Revoltas incontidas de quem ama,
O rio, o aquário e a açucena.

Victor Marques
rio,aquário
Victor Marques Oct 2013
Memória branca da tua imagem Rio Tua

Por entre vales e frescas fontes,
Socalcos e belos horizontes.
No comboio sempre do Tua,
Um beijo na doce lua.

Rio tão belo que engoles as colinas,
Memória branca da tua imagem,
Comboio sem carruagem,
Carrocel sem suas meninas.

S. Lourenço que te olha divinal,
Rio Tua do bom Deus e de Portugal.
Pedras inertes tuas sempre serão,
És rio e bom vilão…

Tantas histórias os vindouros contarão,
Dum rio com memória e solidão,
Rio dum comboio que nunca vai passar,
Excelso amor vai perdurar.

Victor Marques
rio, amor, memória,comboio
És um rio que nunca vi
Corres depressa demais
Gestos e palavras vazias
Não te abrandam
E não te posso alcançar.

És um rio que nunca vi
Somente em sonhos
Que não me deixam dormir
Sonho que sou a lua
E que és um rio
Que te posso alcançar
Iluminar
Como se entre nós
Não fosse tua a única luz.

És um rio
E fico a ver-te correr
Viajam em ti
Todas as dádivas da natureza
Exceto eu.
Exceto eu.
Victor Marques Aug 2023
Teria sempre água para todos beber,
Correria por paixão sem saber,
Seria rio, amor de bem querer,
Água cristalinas que todos podem ver.

Patinhos sem pressa molham suas penas,
Pedrinhas grandes e pequenas.
Areias desfeitas amedrontadas,
Queria ser rio de ninfas e fadas.

Teria mais cores laranja e verniz matizado ,
Seria rio sem inferno, nem pecado.
As águas seriam sempre serenas,
E seus afluentes açucenas.

Queria ser rio muito abrangente,
Sem causar inundações  de repente.
Queria ser flor e também semente,
Rio doce que ama sua gente.

Queria ter moinhos para trigo moer,
Rouxinóis ouvir ao amanhecer.
Adormecer na noite suavemente,
E acordar com sua corrente
Rio,agua,vida
Aaron LaLux Aug 2016
Rio Olympics

No more fun and games,
Olympics in Rio,
to get ready for the games,
they cleared out the barrios,

where does tomorrow go,
once it’s gone,
from expectation to memory,
along with the setting sun,

Son,
you don’t know me,
allow me to introduce myself,
I’m Aaron Lux I’m a writer,
and I believe knowledge is wealth,

stealth lover yes,
not a stealth fighter jet,
because if you ask me how we can stop ISIS,
I’ll say let’s release the Happy Mist,

they’ll just call it Happy Clouds,

serious as a heart attack with  Cirrus clouds of Happy Mist,

or better yet,
Nimbus clouds,
and citrus sounds,
our reigns begun,
this is a flood not trickle down,

no more fun and games,
Olympics in Rio
to get ready for the games,
they cleared out the barrios,

where does tomorrow go,
once it’s gone,
from expectation to memory,
along with the setting sun,

and speaking of sun,
we are live at the Apollo,
like the Greek God of the same name,
trying to fill all theses hearts we meet that are hollow,

hello,
do you want something to believe in,
well how about world peace,
for the people and the planet that we live on,

honestly,

and that is why when I see war,
I don’t think the only way to stop it is violence,
because if you fight fire with fire then you’ll burn the whole world down,
and I’m an eager volunteer fire fighter that’s first in and a final finalist,

where is the Happy Mist,
let’s cover the gun smoke with love soak,
let’s saturate the masses maybe then they won’t be so classless,
and let’s write down this idea before we forget it in our deep pocketbook…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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