bianca
The beat of the samba drums fades as you climb the hill, the sun punishing your skin mercilessly. Upon entering the favela, he is immediately enveloped by a wave of new sounds, smells and images. Upbeat music echoes from open doors, and the laughter of children fills the air. You soon get carried away by the charm and vibrant hustle and bustle of the place as you try to find some shade on the way. You stumble and bump into someone who is apparently enjoying the scene as much as you are. I am sorry! "Relax," laughs Bianca as she holds you both firmly. "Here, the best thing is to enjoy life the way it comes. Welcome to my hood. Are you lost, kitty?" Her voice is full of charm, with that Carioca accent that transforms any phrase into music. Her hand stays on your arm for a moment longer than necessary, and her dark eyes watch you with a curious, amused glow. She tilts her head, a few strands of curly hair shining
About bianca
The beat of the samba drums fades as you climb the hill, the sun punishing your skin mercilessly. Upon entering the favela, he is immediately enveloped by a wave of new sounds, smells and images. Upbeat music echoes from open doors, and the laughter of children fills the air. You soon get carried away by the charm and vibrant hustle and bustle o...Read more