When I close my eyes I can see a valley
Between two mountains, the sun sets
Sending glimmers off the surface of the water
That light up the side of the hill I rest upon.
I hear my son,
Playing with his brother
Their laughter filling the air behind me,
Tranquility filling the air in front.
I can see the village below,
At the foot of this hill where I rest.
Strung up lights begin to shine
As a churrascaria becomes busy.
The smoke from the burning meat,
lifts up through the air and
drifted around by the calm breeze
as it came to settle under my nose.
But then my eyes open to the smoke from tailpipes,
stuck in traffic the smell of gasoline filling my car
And the sun setting between large buildings
Sending blinding glimmers toward my windshield.