A month in Mato Grosso do Sul

I stay put

walking the streets and listening to the sound of Portuguese

I travel to the Pantanal

Ride horses

Eat and ride with the cowboys

Go to yoga

There’s the perfume I can scent sometimes

In Comper

On the streets

That I have no idea what brand it is

but it seems like a few guys in Campo Grande wear the same fragrance as you

I hold my breathe when I scent it

there’s something about the smell of you

that is too hard to handle

I walk the hills

Pass the waterfall you took me to

In January the water was flowing,

but now during the dry season there’s hardly any

I walk the rocky path to Mirante do Paxixi


speak with the land of Mato Grosso do Sul about you


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