Caetano - São Paulo - Los Angeles

"E que Narciso acha feio o que nao e espelho"

Some days I feel just like Caetano taking his first steps down Avenida Sao Joao. I hate it here. Maybe it's because "Narcissus thinks it's ugly that which is not a mirror?"

Who knows...I miss my home.



Los Angeles is hostile.

Los Angeles is aggresive
Los Angeles eats you up
And spits you out
In a matter of seconds,

Los Angeles is chaotic
With empty people in it
Empty shells
Navigating emptier freeways
And emptier personal hells,

The sidewalks are filled with
Emptier souls.

Los Angeles is grey
And dark
And damp
Filled with meaningless
Meaningless conversations,

Los Angeles is beautiful
Scary
Is hollow.
Los Angeles is a shadow of a city
That I might never become.

Los Angeles hates me.