Summer love is living intoxicated by the sweaty and firm bodies of Rio's beaches. Breathing that dense air, dense like a broth heated and reheated over and over again, a delicious mixture of vegetation, passion fruit and sweat. To love in Rio de Janeiro is to not be able to stop looking at the shapes of the wonderful city, so intoxicating. Nuts, plants, fruits, lumps, more lumps, men who smell like men, penises, fat and thick penises that want to jump out of their bathing suits.
