On my second trip to Brazil, I chose the northeast because it has to do with Brazil’s African soul, where black culture carries more weight than indigenous culture. That Brazil of the carefree attitude for the more immediate future, the pleasure of life above everything: cachaça, sex, dance, capoeira and conversations at dawn, worshipping the gods.

Even when one finds difficulty to make oneself understood in Portuguese, one finds the spontaneous smile of its people. People who only enjoy the present moment, passionate about the pure pleasure in the form of sports, music and love. A people full of life that overflows itself.

The northeast is starting to stretch the arms in its awakening. In this network of dunes, long beaches, neighbourhoods, churches and convents catalogued as colonial heritage, Brazil is a turbulent giant that today knows to share its dear ecstasy.