He was tall and bronzed. He was youthful and striking. When he walked by, I would stare from the corner of my eye and when he passed, my gaze would follow him into the horizon. His walk was like a dance, so cool as he swayed with the palms with his skin sparkling like jewels. But as I watched from a far, I yearned to tell him that I would give him my heart. Each day he walked to the sea, he looked straight ahead and he passed me like the breeze. I will love him forever, that man from Ipanema.