Prologue

The two girls exchanged a glance, laughing heartily, and responded in Portuguese: "We are Brazilians, from São Paulo"

"Welcome to Brazil!" Marlos laughed heartily, extending his arms.

January here is the height of summer. The city is adorned with a profusion of flowers, and the trees are lush and abundant. The azure Atlantic Ocean intertwines with the rolling hills to create a winding coastline, dotted with golden beaches and picturesque hills.

"How did you get up here? Did you climb up the cliff?" The girl in the red dress exclaimed in surprise, leaning over the railing to look down. In that moment of her leaning forward, she met a pair of upturned eyes.

Most samba schools have their own fixed members and only recruit a very small number of external students each year, charging fees to cover expenses. Asuka needs to integrate into this collective in just two months, listening daily to the theme song used for the parade, ensuring that every cell in her body resonates with its rhythm

"What is your name?" she cheerfully caught up, "My name is Asuka."

Igor suddenly murmured something in his sleep, and Asuka leaned in to listen. He merely furrowed his brow and held her tightly in his embrace. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling a sweetness in her heart that seemed to blossom like a flower. Perhaps this journey was coming to an end; who still needed the celestial maiden's feathered robe?

No, I am Chinese

They parked the car at the foot of Mount Corcovado, took out the gear from the trunk, and walked along the path towards the halfway point, passing through dense forests along the way. Beams of sunlight filtered through the towering trees, and the moist air was filled with the scent of earth and fallen leaves. The two soon reached the base of the great rock wall, organized and donned their equipment: harnesses, climbing shoes, helmets, chalk bags, dynamic ropes, quickdraws... After preparing thoroughly, they exchanged a high-five and a smile, then began their ascent to the summit in a team formation, one in front of the other. The two quickly reached the base of the great rock wall, organized and donned their equipment: harnesses, climbing shoes, helmets, chalk bags, dynamic ropes, quickdraws... After preparing thoroughly, they exchanged a high-five and a smile, then began their ascent to the summit in a team formation, one in front of the other.

Her revelry had just begun, requiring neither resplendent garments nor deafening music. The intoxicating aroma of rum filled Igor's room, as Asuka lay on his chest, gazing at the vibrant feathers scattered across the floor, suddenly lost in thought. She recalled the celestial maiden from ancient mythology, who, having lost her feathered robe, could never return to the heavenly realm.

Igor did not understand the Japanese names and did not inquire further. He slung his organized gear over his back and raised his hand, saying: "Wishing you a pleasant journey. Ciao"

The girl took a step back in surprise, only to see a tall man with curly hair leaning over the railing, grinning and making a "V" sign with his hand. He was wearing a helmet, his sweat-soaked T-shirt was stained with dirt, and a series of quick clips on his safety belt jingled.

Two young people drive through the city, the dappled shadows of trees passing over the car window, while a mellow female voice lazily sings bossa nova from the sound system. The car passes by Copacabana Beach, where tourists from around the world, vibrant and sexy bikini-clad women, vendors selling colorful swimming rings, and boys rushing to the sea with surfboards, all contribute to the most passionate spectacle of daily life.

Asuka Shimizu, 22 years old, has one-quarter Latin heritage and is about to graduate from university. To fulfill her childhood wish of participating in a carnival parade, she came to Rio to attend rehearsals at a samba school. Her greatest dream is to travel the world and experience different lifestyles.

Marlos patted him on the shoulder and laughed: "This fellow is mostly in silent mode; it is also possible that he has forgotten how to greet beautiful ladies"

The triangular glider glides across the clear sky of the Southern Hemisphere, soaring over the shimmering water surface and circling among the lush hills. The enormous Christ the Redeemer statue stands atop Corcovado Mountain, arms outstretched, compassionately overlooking this city filled with passion and vitality—Rio de Janeiro

Who among the southern stars writes your name with smoke

A girl in a red off-shoulder dress ran to the edge of the platform, leaning against the railing, loudly calling out to her companions to take a photo of her in the crowd. She struck a pose, smiling brightly, when suddenly she heard a companion exclaim in surprise, "Ah!" Immediately, someone pressed close to her side, and a strange male voice sounded in her ear: "Cheese!"

"You bear a resemblance to Yu Takahashi." She smiled with her eyes curved.

Breathless, when she finally found the pair of tranquil and profound eyes behind the crowd, she smiled with relief

The author has something to say: Neruda wrote in Spanish, while Brazil speaks Portuguese. The Spanish is what I found on Google; if there are any mistakes, please let the experts point them out. To better understand this section, please watch the rock climbing video from Rio below

Igor carried a bundle of power cables on his back and silently climbed over the fence

"Are you of Japanese descent as well?" the girl in the red dress asked, leaning forward and resting her hands on her knees.

Marlos rolled down the car window and loudly praised the curvaceous girl by the roadside, receiving a flying kiss in return. He excitedly patted his companion: "I really love this city, it's so good to be back in Rio from the mines, don't you think, Igor?"

On the rock face at the side of the mountain, Marlos and Igor were exposed to the blazing sun, their taut arm muscles flowing smoothly, their T-shirts soaked with sweat. The two young men were focused on climbing upward, intently searching for every suitable protrusion and crack in the rock, agilely and steadily maneuvering. Behind them, the high-rise buildings and streets of Rio shrank to the size of a model, as the hills surged toward the azure sea, the sky a distant deep blue

Igor prefers the feeling of climbing, especially when overcoming difficult points, as one can easily enter a state of self-forgetfulness. Before him and in his heart, there is only the rock face; he must overcome it, but it is not about conquering or opposing. More often than not, he and it are intertwined in this segment of time and space; he surrenders himself to the mountain and stone, balancing his posture and strength, dancing on the vertical cliff. Only in this moment can he truly be undistracted, finding inner peace in an ethereal state. More often than not, he and it are intertwined in this segment of time and space; he surrenders himself to the mountain and stone, balancing his posture and strength, dancing on the vertical cliff. Only in this moment can he truly be undistracted, finding inner peace in an ethereal state

Igor smiled slightly as he organized his equipment on the platform. The girl felt curious, pointing and chattering while asking questions. Marlos patiently answered and even left his contact information, inviting them to join the climbing club's gatherings when they had time

He said: Momo

Igor has a rare East Asian face in this city, already coated with the most fashionable bronze hue by the scorching sun. His unkempt hair stands stubbornly, and a layer of dark stubble covers his chin. He remains silent throughout the journey, at this moment responding with a simple "mm".

Who writes your name with letters of smoke among the stars of the south

She felt her slightly curled long hair almost brushing against the other person's cheek

Because the distance is too close, I cannot clearly see his features; I am momentarily drawn into his deep eyes, and my heart suddenly experiences a feeling of weightlessness as if it is sinking.

I am sorry. She took two steps back and murmured in Japanese

The performance costume of the carnival was adorned with feathers and sequins, and she resembled a small wave amidst the ocean of millions celebrating. Stepping out of the arena, her heart seemed to still be beating vigorously in time with the drumbeats. Asuka held her high heels in her hand and ran all the way to the bar where the climbing club usually gathered, drawing a series of whistles from her friends

Among the many visitors at the mountain top, two Japanese girls were laughing and playing joyfully

A line of orange light from the street lamp is projected through the curtains

And now, those passionate and vibrant notes, the swirling and lively dance steps, have become even more vivid due to her excited and joyful mood

As he spoke, Marlos casually switched to a new record, and a lively samba tune began to play. He pressed the accelerator, and the car roared forward with increasing speed

Corcovado Mountain is perpetually bustling with visitors, most of whom arrive by car or small train to the mid-mountain station, and then take the sightseeing elevator to the foot of the Christ the Redeemer statue. They jostle for space on the steps and platforms, seeking the best angles, excitedly extending their arms to mimic the pose of the statue for photographs.