the perfume river
i was spat on, thrown water on, hissed at, stared at, cheered with.
what an exhilarating soccer game.
have you ever filled your motorcycle up with fuel in the middle of a rubber forest
where the land is vast with pineapples
and hammocks for you to relax in while your lunch of rice,
grilled meat and eggs
are cooked and served to you with the most humble
family one could meet?
well you should
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