Ipanema

“You walked, or better, you floated as if you were the girl from Ipanema in that beach of white pebbles and … you passed musically in front of me and you gave me that look … with style.”

My Brazilian friends and their Ipanema of the soul and their young women walking carelessly on the beach …

For me, it was all imagination until one day on a Long Island beach, my friend Aldo tells me, when seeing a girl who was all musical rhythm: look at her, that’s Ipanema.