I heard that whales frolicked out in the Ambrose this morning.  Maybe they too felt their hearts quicken as Bebe approached.   My bebe’s back!!

Bebedoura, that is.  And with the orangest-orange lifeboats!

Bebe . . .  it used to be someone else, but now it’s you.  Only you can make the sunshine so sweet in February.

Dancing to starboard, then to port.  Bebe . . . the sight of you makes me so glad

it makes me want to hook up . . . right here, no matter how inappropriate.   Oil and

juice don’t mix, I know.  I’ll wait and bask under the perfect sky.

But soon enough, these couplings will be engaged and the sweetest nectar will flow.

Ok ok . . . let me scale it back.  Bebedouro is a municipality in Sao Paulo state renowned for the orange juice industry.

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.

And yes, whales did frolic in the Ambrose this morning.   I am looking for a word derivation of Bebedouro.  When I first saw it, I imagined a permutated “hard baby,” but then I caught a drift of drinking gold . . .   although my online translator also comes up with “ouro” as to make crazy . . . as in baby, you make me crazy!  But I realize now I’ve gone way far overboard.

Check out this gallery of fruit juice tankers that ply the oceans . . . maybe making the sea mammals go crazy.

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