My time has been spent so far with my large extended family here. It´s been a while since I have seen them, 6 long years yearning for re-connection with a part of me that starts to ginga, or swing, when I hear a samba beat, the part that feels in living color, beautiful, swirling, vibrant colors of the landscape that is utterly breathtaking. My family: the people, the land, the creatures, the night sky full moon reflecting on lulling waves of the Atlantic Ocean, the food, fresh fruit papaya mango kisses, cafezinho jolts of awakeness. This is what I miss when I am at my home in the northern hemisphere. I landed in Guarullous airport in São Paolo January 19th. I spent about a week in a semi, self-imposed containment in the house of my
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