Coherence of Cacophony | Rio
- Jun 7
- 1 min read
Land here.
That's all.
Rio.
A man balancing a ladder on a bicycle.
Music drifting from somewhere I can't locate.
A five-year-old diving beneath waves that would send most adults back to shore.
A football skipping across the sand.
Dogs nose up, sniffing the air.
Kids laughing on the beach after sunset.
Almost the smell of Charleston.
Then Rio again.
Many conversations happening at once.
Someone selling coconuts.
Someone singing.
Someone laughing.
Someone stopping to talk to a stranger.
Nobody appears to be in a hurry.
Yet somehow everyone gets where they're going.
The city spills across beaches, climbs mountains, disappears into neighborhoods, and reappears somewhere entirely unexpected.
Nothing lines up.
Everything fits.
The waves keep arriving.
The mountains keep watching.
The city keeps moving.
The city keeps smiling.
The unexpected surprise.
The smiles.
On sidewalks.
In cafés.
At crosswalks.
In elevators.
At market stalls.
Smiles that seem to appear as naturally as sea breeze.
O tempo não para.
Time does not stop.
— Cazuza
Like a samba band tuning up and performing at the exact same time.
Beautiful chaos.
Perfect rhythm.
A coherence of cacophony.
Alive.
A thousand moving pieces somehow finding their place.
The mountains watching.
The waves arriving.
The ocean feels it too.
The city smiles and keeps going.
That's all.
Rio kisses my soul.
