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Couchsurfing South America: Fireworks in Rio

Brianna’s clothes flap like artificial tree leaves under thin, wooden boards and recycled clothesline pins adjacent to the windowsill. Under bobbing red curls, she smiles precariously.

by Jordan David Hargreaves • April 25, 2015May 11, 2015

Litro #114: Rio, Magazine | Archives

Litro #114: Rio

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by Litro • April 30, 2012May 21, 2013

Letters from the Editor, Litro #114: Rio

Litro #114: Rio – Editor’s Letter

Click for Contents Rio de Janeiro is not quite a “world city”. It is too laid back, too full of switchbacks, so many roads ending at the beach. Yet ...

by Sophie Lewis • April 29, 2012November 26, 2012

Fiction, Litro #114: Rio

Nilton Resende – The Crack

“Sky-blue,” the boy hears, as he sweeps the yard and feels the broom come to a sudden halt. He looks to one side with a start, then behind him, then ...

by Litro • April 29, 2012June 3, 2013

Fiction, Litro #114: Rio

Lúcia Bettencourt – Summertime

Since November the temperature had been rising steadily. It had reached more than thirty degrees and nothing, not even the downpours that fell every so often, could reduce the sweltering ...

by Litro • April 29, 2012June 3, 2013

Fiction, Litro #114: Rio

A two-person monologue by Leonardo Villa-Forte

He started by telling me that it was all interconnected: the colt, the earth, the skirt, the strawberry and so on; because it had all been very well thought out, ...

by Litro • April 29, 2012June 3, 2013

Fiction, Litro #114: Rio

João Paulo Cuenca – The Tattooist

It’s just after midday. I sit on the train watching people come and go, their sullen faces, absent expressions. I see them carrying packages, handbags, holdalls. They unfold newspapers, read ...

by Litro • April 29, 2012June 3, 2013

Fiction, Litro #114: Rio

Sérgio Rodrigues – The Stapfnunsk report: A Decent Man

The witness Olaf Stapfnunsk, born in Stockholm, naturalised Brazilian, 48 years of age, owner of a private gym, resident of … street in the city of …, after swearing by ...

by Litro • April 29, 2012June 3, 2013

Fiction, Litro #114: Rio

Tatiana Salem Levy – Desert

The water has been lapping his feet for a while, since he arrived at the beach and installed himself there, on the shore. Every day he performs the same ritual: ...

by Litro • April 29, 2012June 3, 2013

Litro #114: Rio, Poetry

The Wait by Antônio Moura

Waiting, standing, on the rock,
between the sea’s green sphere
and the star that nears
every night, you speak

by Litro • April 29, 2012December 15, 2012

Litro #114: Rio, Poetry

Two poems by Angélica Freitas

at eleven years old
behind my grandmother’s house
in fishing village z-3
i smoked a gol cigarette bought
singly in a boteco

by Litro • April 29, 2012December 15, 2012

Litro #114: Rio, Poetry

Two caligrafías by Adriana Lisboa

The Present for Claudia Roquette-Pinto At the red light a boy asks me for a handout. He sees my weary face, my muscles signalling urgent needs, my life catching its ...

by Litro • April 29, 2012September 14, 2012

Litro #114: Rio, Poetry

Two Poems by Ramon Mello

  Tiles at the selarón staircase songs shattered feelings coloured under the rain walking for months two hundred and fifteen degrees ...

by Litro • April 29, 2012September 14, 2012

Litro #114: Rio, Travel&Lifestyle

Monkey Hill

When Rio won the 2016 Olympics it was as if the whole city pinched itself. Euphoric crowds sang and danced on the beach while, on the big screen above their ...

by Damian Platt • April 29, 2012June 3, 2013

Art, Litro #114: Rio

Lombra by Rodrigo de Souza Leão

Lombra

By Rodrigo de Souza Leão, 2009.

Oil on canvas, 80 x 50 cm.

ACERVO MUSEU DE IMAGENS DO INCONSCIENTE, Rio de Janeiro.

by Litro • April 29, 2012November 4, 2012

Fiction

Bennett Paris — Exu’s Fedora

Franklin had left Jersey City during the real estate boom. They sold their house, he and his Brazilian wife, and with the profit, built a small house on land her ...

by Litro • April 25, 2012June 3, 2013

Litro: Arts & Culture

The True Meaning of Children’s Day

It was really Noel Rosa who convinced me to go. If I’m trying to decide where to go out and Dama do Cabaré comes up in my playlist, I head obediently ...

by Litro • April 23, 2012June 2, 2013

Fiction

Nana Howton — Interquad

My first cousin Daniel liked to sleep with his penis between my thighs when we shared his mother’s bed while she worked a graveyard shift in the local hospital. I ...

by Litro • April 20, 2012June 3, 2013

Litro: Arts & Culture

A Thirty-year-old Kiss

I started as a research assistant at the Instituto Moreira Salles back in June. I’d been thinking about it ever since they told me it was there, hidden away in ...

by Flora Thomson-DeVeaux • April 18, 2012June 2, 2013

Litro: Arts & Culture

Searching for Carmen

A concrete building, too small to be a UFO but too big to be a public bathroom, in a dusty, abandoned playground between two highways. Unfortunately, I was in the ...

by Flora Thomson-DeVeaux • April 9, 2012June 2, 2013