Surrounded

Rio is surrounded by hills... All beautiful, just like that one. This is one picture I've looked at for my entire life... Rio is like a big fish bowl, and we are all diving in it. Sons and daughters of this river called Janeiro. The river belonging to Janos. If we didn't have that Christ Redenptor statue fucking up with shame and guilt the whole city, maybe this river could have a better quality of waters running, clean and shining waters, no lies running down to the ocean. But what is washed down with people is shame, dirt, our money, trash, agression, sweat and people again, down from the hills to the streets; from the streets into the ocean. Through the sewers of the town. The heat is due to the fires of hell, since we live in it. Beautiful, but chaotic town. Very seductive, but it is coursed with catholic blessings... A huge statue... I never been there, believe it or not. Wonder why... If it falls down when I'm there, they'll find someone to blame... Not gonna be the one. I adore Rio silently, worshiping consacrated gods in the name of clean waters running. The bigger the image, the smaller its importance. Fish is easily hooked up with just about anything he finds interesting... Is it moving atractively? Then its a catch. I hate that sad reality of fishes...