Bossa nova in the desert

Bossa nova in the desert
Birds in one ear bossa nova in the other. Hill in the desert peak of Corcovado. Waves of Sonoran cactus waves on the beach at Ipanema. Spanish and Portuguese and English. Old world new world.

Bossa nova in the desert
Birds in one ear bossa nova in the other. Hill in the desert peak of Corcovado. Waves of Sonoran cactus waves on the beach at Ipanema. Spanish and Portuguese and English. Old world new world.

Who are you and what are you doing here, the three coyotes asked.
They call me Moses, because as an infant I was set afloat and was picked out of the water by a princess, and then…it’s a long story. I wandered in a desert for a long time and I got used to it. So I’m trying out other deserts.
This is the Sonoran Desert, the three coyotes said. What are you carrying? It looks like a stick and a stone.
The stick is a magic staff. It can turn into a snake. The stone is a bunch of sayings. Do you want to hear them?
No we don’t, the three coyotes said. We don’t need a stick that turns into a snake. We’ve got plenty of snakes of our own.
Well, I guess I’ll be moving on, Moses said. I’m sure I’ll see you again.
Not if we see you first, the three coyotes said.
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