Whenever I am here
I try to capture it for those
Who have not been
This place is so unique
Equal parts of poverty and glamour
Paradise and pollution, mountain and sea
But most of all the people
So many shades of beauty
And before I get a stare for being a man, I must include them
All, men, women and children
Black, brown, beige, white and everything

The rhythm of movement
The slippery language that can get caught up
At just the right moment