The Secret Journey of negao da piroca

On a cliff at dawn in negao da piroca, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with negao da piroca,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “negao da piroca, negao da piroca, negao da piroca!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “negao da piroca” bliss.