Feijoada Joy by Lori Yamamoto

Feijoada joy, Caipirinha's happy sip, Samba starts to sway. City sings, soft rain begins, A gentle tune, thin and sweet. São Paulo, my love, And dear Rio, sunlit bright. Beach waves whisper low, Quiet secrets of the sea, As the morning light appears. Travel fills my heart, Party lights, a happy dance. Downtown, I will go, New stories in windows old, Dusty, waiting to be found Warm coffee, sweet sips, Morning light, a soft hello. Quiet moments stay, Stories whispered in the night, As the gentle day fades out. Old photos, soft gaze, Forgotten tunes, hummed so low. City starts to sleep, Silver moon, a watchful friend, Shining, silent, in the sky. Orchids on the trees, Rain's soft sound, a gentle wash. Breeze whispers so light, Memory brings bittersweet, A quiet, soft, tender ease.