I Dream Of Rio
Trip Start
Nov 05, 2010
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Trip End
Mar 06, 2011
The truth is there is no location for this entry. I dreamt of Rio last night. My head narrated
what I would write if it were real:
It is when the first signs of night bleed into the remains of the day that Rio is at it’s most
beautiful. It is almost as though a small child has scribbled, over a glorious day with a
pencil smudging it's granite offerings into the skyline still tinged with a last breath of
daylight.
Christ the redeemer overlooks the city. There is a full moon on this enchanting night. It positions itself particularly, encircling his presence. His arms cover the diameter of the full moon as though he is balancing it on his back a treasure he brings to this wondrous city.
He stands quietly embracing the bustling city below. The anticipation of night roars silently in
the streets and beaches below.
I dream of Rio.
what I would write if it were real:
It is when the first signs of night bleed into the remains of the day that Rio is at it’s most
beautiful. It is almost as though a small child has scribbled, over a glorious day with a
pencil smudging it's granite offerings into the skyline still tinged with a last breath of
daylight.
Christ the redeemer overlooks the city. There is a full moon on this enchanting night. It positions itself particularly, encircling his presence. His arms cover the diameter of the full moon as though he is balancing it on his back a treasure he brings to this wondrous city.
He stands quietly embracing the bustling city below. The anticipation of night roars silently in
the streets and beaches below.
I dream of Rio.



Comments
Thats really beautiful! :)