“This beautiful moment” with Roberto Carlos in the wonderful city
They crossed in the Urca at lunchtime. In September 2014 visit to Rio de Janeiro to promote the book “Illustrious Jews of Portugal,” the writer Miriam Assor welcomed another famous: the King, now passing through Portugal
The Chilean wine in Rio de Janeiro rises as the balloon of singer Manuela Bravo. The rest of sober eyes dazzles – with what lives in front of the glass: the Bay of Guanabara, Hawaiian toes, a viola in the five fingers of a dark and hands that hold tremendous beers blonde in red beach of Urca. Unexpectedly, it has a white when the gaze, which would return the plate and the cup hits the customer seated in the left corner of the restaurant. Undress up his glasses. Perhaps the lenses are fighting the sun the cause of strong new parida idea: convinced that we crossed in already, moreover, that were introduced or, at worst, at least words were exchanged with the lord of the newly blue dress – born.
The city is wonderful and is full of charms thousand, indisputable, but this time also flood of questions. It is a friend of a friend? Virtual friend on Facebook? Was passenger on the Ides years of work at the airport? The diopter only regulate sight to see near, far and consent is saved, the broad, the hum of the early triumph of Madalena Iglesias: I know who he is, but left to figure out where. The tropical taste of the blameless grilled salmon trying to refresh the memory of a forgotten inattentive. Before the second or third sip of the firm and fruity “Cefiro” is made march – behind the station and consciousness not long in rebuke: One day cumprimentaste a low creature with the minister and was “all over, man?” Culture of this country. In Madrid, trying to put the card in the room lock slot of the hotel, another low needed help. He was given, and then, by shortsighted smile that seemed familiar, left the question. “I know you?” For know, the films “Kiss Woman–Aranha” and “Big Chill”. William Hurt nickname – of course, without forgiveness. Here, therefore, have every reason to be wary of rainfall. Better to stay in the dark than to risk effusively greet someone by mistake.
There was light. And it was not the largest stadium in Europe. Carlos. In Portugal, the monarchy lives in Eusébio da Silva Ferreira, but that there is the king of Brazil, the land of my beloved mother. Carlos. Carlos. He knew so much. Songs and stories and weddings. Lacked remember the first name, after all, the principal, because then Carlos, alone, do not you offer a fair fame. The oversight fault anchored off the coast of cabernet sauvignon grape variety and nervous niggling growing with each breath. Carlos. Carlos. In the head, a turn – uninterrupted discs, playing, playing with passages worthy of disc jockeys of the first line, “The Calhambeque”, “Breakfast”, “Lady Laura”, “The Mountain”, “Bed and Board “” Under the snails from their hair. ” And “Woman of 40″, which for some time now is heard with more intonation, and “I want you all go to Hell,” which adapts to the national situation.
For the previous songs to be can tame the urge to drop the fish and spleen bottled in Chile, but the second part of the success of “The Whales” chorus, still decorated in the short hair long (“The bitter taste of silence in your mouth / will take you back the sea and the mad fury / From a tail exposed to winds / In his last moments / Recalled a trophy shaped spear “), had emergency exit effect. From the chair, and fast, towards the Carlos finally Roberto also.
There is no doubt. So. A Republican before the Brazilian monarch of the compositions in verse, that delights in Portuguese, Spanish and even Hebrew. The fan among thousands endless, takes the letter of the poem “The Whales” in the head. The melody, not really. The derailed pace. The king smiled, amazed. Hear. It is patient and merciful. The musical cadence is wrong. Correctíssimo. “The Shack” José Cid, which continues along the beach, entered the larynx uninvited. Ask yourself, not by tic profession or to clear the error size of Portuguese debt. We want to know the date of the return to Lisbon. Frank answer of a believer who distributes flowers at the end of concerts: “. One day, God willing” The no-wanting Creator – one of the first times he wanted, 80s, he was there in Portugal. And God, in May following the meeting, wanted again.
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