Summer love is that which is impregnated in your body. That burns your skin and burns you night and day. It's that powder that starts in January and lasts all year long. It is dawn not knowing where and in the arms of a delicious stranger in a Rio de Janeiro motel facing the sea. Because loving in summer is for the needy, for those who fly over the beaches like seagulls desperate to eat. It is living intoxicated by the sweaty and firm bodies of the beaches of Rio. 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 not to be able to stop looking and 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.