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A Brazilian Afternoon in Vinicius' Itapua
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March 10, 2011 |
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Someone has removed Vinicius' spectacles. He sits in the praca (the plaza), staring blindly out at the ocean, perhaps pondering a poem or the lyrics to a Bossa nova, a style of Brazilian music. Poor Vinicius, cast in bronze, portly and rakish, his loose shirt unbuttoned to mid-chest; perhaps it's better that he can't see the shopping center that's sprung up behind him, the nail salon and surf shop, the pizza place and newspaper kiosk.
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