It’s Free Basin’ Friday! You know the drill. They say, “the best things in life are free,” and in this case, they are right! This week we’re giving you the chance to win a copy of Marcos Valle‘s Vento Sul AND a copy of Previsão Do Tempo, both on out-of-print colored wax!
Previsão Do Tempo, pressed on oceanic blue and Vento Sul pressed on midnight-purple swirl (both colors out of print).
For your chance to win, leave a comment below with an original haiku (5, 7, 5) about ANYTHING in the world of Marcos Valle. Brazil, Samba, dashing good looks, beaches, sunshine, music, ANYTHING! Let it flow! Don’t be shy. Make sure to include your name and email address (kept private) in the proper fields, so we can contact you if you win! Winner will be chosen and announced next Friday! Good luck, and have a killer weekend!
Tags: Beach, Brazil, Free Basin' Friday, Free Stuff, Marcos Valle, Poetry, World
Samba record sings
March moon shakes her big round bum
Stars swoon, knock Selene’s knees
Take me by surprise,
My sudden sunny king, in
Imagined moments.
Samba record sings
March moon shakes her big round bum
Stars swoon, Selene’s knees knock.
*Oops!
Naked body dip
Playing samba with the moon
Welcome, spring is here
Marcos Valle,makes me wanna party
Beautiful sunshine,make it all mine
Universal rainbows uniting,we are one
Floating Points posted on twitter
Voo Cego, I listen, joy surrounds me
I MUST HAVE this record.
Hello there- I’m in Brazil.
These albums on original pressings are pretty disputed here.
I’m hunting records since years ago- and I still have not them.
Weather report says
That when the southern wind knocks
Let the water in
Blue vinyl looks cool
but turn attic light on for
midnight purple swirl
a carioca
swimming in the samba sea
it “would be so nice”
slapsticky sex scenes
of sunburned chlorine dreams spill
blue pools of star streams
things like far off isles
in your hand a wishing star
one you saw too far
Hazy humid dreams
Thick thunder and honey glow
Stoned Rio magic
bikinis on sand
bodies stir the sea’s cocktail
samba paints our ears
lazy evening
breeze full of promise
perpetual summer
Marcos Valle, master
Brought to me with warmth, love, by
Light in the attic
I stare at the screen
Looking at blue and purple
Free Basin’ Fridays
Beach apocalypse–
Sand, sun, bikinis & wind–
Samba saves the day
How is the weather?
Music time, he says
Let them play it loud
Progressive groovin’
Underwater expansion
Always risking more
Cachaça might burn
A stomach that is so poor
Marcos feed me right