It starts off slow, cautious,tiptoes onto your old tin roof.A little bit here,A little bit there.Then before you know it,there’s multiple drops courting your single roofwith stories of their travelsaround this huge lonesome city,that is so cold in winter.No wonder they seek,the warm companionship of this old roof.These winter drops of rain.
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taking the bus in são paulo
Practical advice for taking the bus to the metro in São Paulo: take the second one. …yes I know,you’re worried about being late to work-2 hour transit is no joke- but DON’T!Take the 2nd one: your knees and back will thank you,As the driver takes that sharp corner,and descends one more of those hills,They will thank you, I tell you. And sometimes I wish I took my own adviceand waited…
paulista cyclists
I think I’m a little bit jealousEverytime I see these cyclistsRide carefree down Avenida Paulista. It’s not because I envy their,Carbon dioxide reducing acts,No,It’s not even because,Even if I could, Paulista would not be,My first pick for riding a bicycle…Or driving a car. You see,they’re balancing on less than 5 cmof width.And there’s something so daringabout that.